Hail to the holy spoon,
Dead heads on a full moon.
Party at the devil's palace,
Where we just met Alice,
And the ice queen,
Said such nice things,
At high speed.
Tell me where can you buy greed?

Cheap words for sell,
Words for free in the darkness of hell.
My spells i cast,
I'm Home as last,
Days past,
In this house of glass.
My own stones.
My own throne.

How can I die,
When i was really was alive?
I know I've died many times.
Like quick sand, in high demand,
I filter through.
Pure joy in a white powder.
Devour!