2 years ago
I was minding my business
tending my garden at sunrise
I heard the voice
in my head that intigued me
I answered yes was I unwise
Thus it began all the long
preparation he needed for his plan
he cannot enter
without invitation and I was his man
That's why I always know
what he's thinking
I always know
when he is drinking and from whom
when he slips in someone's room
oh yes I always know
who he has after
I hear his triumphant
laughter in my head
when he finds
some new well bred undead
He sails across the seven seas
His ship cuts through the waves
and when the crimson
moon comes up
He drinks the bloods of slaves
We have waited long
for the master's song
and it's time to join in the chorus
Sing he's song
sing it loud and strong
and the master
may give you new life
Tell me who is this master
Isn't he a figment
of your wild imagination
This is what we doctors
call the morbid aberration
I've seen this before
I can't speak of the master
You must understand
that all of this is confidential
Take my word for
it preparedness is quintessential
I'm ready I'm ready
and soon I'll be free I'll be free
The schooner runs
before the storm
The crew is all below
The captain fights
to steer a course
The master strikes him so
Trust me I always know
what he is thinking
I always know
when he is sinking
those sharp teeth
I know where to send the wreath
Master they think
I lock door prevents you
You're on your way
I can sense you through
the window though the grating
through the floorboard
through the fanlight
comes the mist
and you're kissed