My fury danced in orange streaks.
Goosebumps, they crawl upon my skin.
Ecstasy, from my hand it now leaks,
As I suck the cancer from within.

My thoughts rage, my soul, they defile,
I try to think, but my mind is lost,
‘mongst the snaking hues ever so vile.
I’m a bastard son of Nietzsche and Droste.

I see their horsemen, whips and spears,
My mouth is dry, my hands are tied.
I’ll watch Man drown in floods of tears,
And howl in pain with every stride.

The dark clouds, they loom and gather.
I pray and plead, but all in vain.
In hallowed house, I seek my shelter,
For Judgment shall dawn like the coming rain.