Yankee Grey - Demons Innoculate

Damned...Possibilities...let him...to open...
Sick...register...of chaos
(Not his world who was passing - wanted)
A lot of people helped
This devil's son of the bitch
Transferred his essence of
Taste experiences hell
He saw and felt a beauty
Passing through
The demonic imagination
And Demons and Vampires
-Took him in day of glory -
He felt strong so he'd opposed
-Who give him a live-
Fettered in the whirl of crazy spirit and body
He's penancing in the unimagined world
His anger brows beat us
If he'll slip a way taking everything
Into his "eye"
Inocunarting anger