Terror And Hubris In The House Of Frank Pollard

All the fucked up things trap and punish me
I cannot explain my problem
Kill my hopeless life
I cannot be hypnotized
You owe me

Push aside the veil to welcome in the visitors
Eyes like halogen illuminate the soma
Peering out of spherical night mask
Paleolithic subconcious icons
Lumber through dreamscape
Archetype of archangel

Terror and hubris - infants painted gauze peer through murky jars
Soon I'm wearing the skin of the morning star
Green locks my name fills an empty banner
Frank, what have you gotten me into now?

I am not afraid to speak my heart and mind
It cannot be saved, sell me over
Fuck your hopeless world, I am blacker than the sun
Tragedy. Have you seen the speedy, yes?
Bleeds through the sleep onto the page
I'm sailin'...