Coming from another realm I'm a work of fiction and I'm never coming back, I'm running back into the mind of Howard Lovecraft, plague mask in the back, gas is irrelevant, I'm traveling on fuel from the shadow of Hephaestus flames.
Crafting a blade for me so I may faithfully run up into WBC and decapitate anything that I see. Funny how ignorance makes me so mean, like when a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ believe anything he read or see on TV, knee deep into propaganda, better pop a hand of xans, if you're too ♥♥♥♥♥ to handle your life like a man, I can't relate, I'm on another plane. Can somebody tell me how to live and breathe and die a mortal way, I'ma lost cause, really. Never gonna wanna belong, pardon while I burn sage. Everything I read lead me to believe maybe one day I'ma be apart of something so much greater than me. When I perish get the kerosene and burn me to oblivion but don't make a scene, I need privacy so the prophecy may be complete and I merge with the mages of ethereality. Count on me when I am finally free, I will watch you while crying in the sea