I know you've got the beast by the collar all the time
Huffing round the root cellar
Jangling the chain of ancient time
Let's run loose
Let's run wild, untethered all the time
Rather than cede torpid moments
Flicking pictures under grime

We refuse to study mortal killing all the time
We know truth, we've trudged through the fecus and the slime
Peel back the guise
And see magus laying on his shelf
Conjuring a haunt with faceless science
It is hidden in his spells