INFINITE MUSICK - DEMONS II
Instrumental prod. by Forekaster Moral

Tasa reme laris Satan, ave Satanis

I'm still- trapped in a straight jacket
Blood on padded walls and my mattress
Psychopathic laughin'
I have no active concept of anger or sadness
They think that I'm savage
As I scratch at the fabric of walls so erratic
I long for my cabin
Voices are spazzin'
Chattering, "stab them and create a passage"
Make it happen
So I patiently wait in inpatient, plottin'
Nurses no longer face me or stop in
They think that my cell is vacant, forgotten
Wait and wait with makeshift shank, I am armed with, sharpened
Wait for my target
Eyes are shakin' and dartin'
Pacing and waiting for harlot nurse, and it's starting
I hear the lock flip, I look through her eyes
And she's nervous as always
My straight jacket falling
She escapes through hallway
I haul through the walkway
She's dropping her coffee
I'm haunting her state of mind, I'm like a zombie
I grab her face
And she looks at my sharpened shiv, catch a body
Bolt through the lobby, I've stolen her car keys
I feel like an army with sirens of psych ward alarming
I'm smashing out driver side, whip out of parking
Voices are starvin'
I feel so carsick, I'm barfin'
Cathartic, location is hard tuh discern
I've been boxed in for too long, I've lost it
Visions of homicide up in my optic nervous, no stop it
Where is my cabin? Where's my apartment?
Memory ravaged from psychotropics

Clock in tickin' n' tockin' obnoxious
I feel so, so sick and nauseous
I see six, six, six, up in my optics 
Crucifixes burn my skin with crosses
So, so sick and nauseous
Crucifixes burn my skin with crosses
Crosses, crosses, crosses

Where is my cabin? Where's my apartment?
Memory ravaged from psychotropics, but I finally spot a landmark
And memories fall into place and I got this
Left, left, straight, right, bombing through traffic, sensory feedback choppy
Voices won't stop talking, screaming, haunting
Grippy stockings itching, poking, prodding
Demons in my noggin got me nodding, seething, plotting
Police on my six six six, they spot me
But maybe not see, profuse delusions make perception real sloppy
Look down to hexes etched on my body
Am I dissolving? No, I'm just driving
Trying to find my winding driveway, I know it's hiding
Cortisone spiking, pavement and dirt are combining under my tires, I'm flying
Hard to ignore that the flora is dying
Upside crosses where I am
I might be smiling if my design was aligned like the likes of humans misguided
Lucifer, my king, I have arrived to the place you've assigned me
D-D-Demons in my noggin got me nodding, seething, plotting
Plotting

Child of darkness
I modify and guide your
Hands like a carcass
Imparting your heart with 
The shadows I harvest
My puppet and target
Source of all the demons you harbor
Your dance is a part of
Something much larger

Ave Satanis (Ave Satanis)

DEMONS II - AVE SATANIS

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