I am the dark lord,
Ruler of the decimating sword...
Having thrown a few clothes in a bag,
I left this place long ago, and began to roam...
Dark ominous clouds swirl in with feverish speed,
The walls of Valhalla tremble at the thunderous...
Through the years, I thought it was good, thought...
My rock, my pedestal, Gibraltar for infinity...
Your skin is so smooth,
You have a magnificent thigh...
Do you hear me, my little child?
It's the gray ghost...and you are the one I...
It's a constant barrage,
It's our life flashing by, in some sick, twisted...
1st Verse:
It's been a rough ride...
Come with me, my deteriorating child,
We will be trekking far into the wild...
Dear mom:
I can not take it anymore...
The despondency of life has defeated you,
The food has lost it's flavor...
I see a poor child staring through a window,
At an unattainable plaything in a toy store mall...