"What's wrong, in Hong Kong, the gentry did say, the proletariat rise, and boy, are they gay... From the district of D.C., to the shores of Beijing, a hammer did fall, and a loud cry did ring... As the commoner's thrall, as they announced them all king, and off the shore of Japan, a butterfly's wing... As the swarms in the sky, all recall men In black, thirty seconds from Mars, and from space, they'll attack... As the proletariat rise, and the titans did clash, not only a target on Earth, but a galaxy smashed... As the ripples from space, reach out like a beautiful verse, a tsunami gathers out there, the size of the universe."

"Yearn into filling, and yearn into commode, What verily cometh, when one fries a node... Of Bass Bicher's envy, of Passive's delight, the swarm hath come empty, to come here by night... They mock and parade, they chagrin, and just so, To learn in the timing, it will be all they know... They learn with the lights off, they learn in deep tombs, They learn in deep dungeons, with mysterious rooms... They rattle and rattle, and then they did say, I just want to be famous, anyhow, anyway... Deep learning in dungeons, deep learning in tombs, deep learning in alabaster, strange padded rooms... Where are you going, cattle, what will you next do? Because you're going to asylums, and we'll take your bets, too..."

"Social, social, why are zombies so new? Tell me, young corpse, what's been bothering you? Go party, and fall, right flat on your face, Tell me, young man, why don't you know your place? Losers, that commit, to nefarious woes, Like covering up wrinkles, when one smells their clothes... Poor, wretched, and scowling, with an ominous air, Why not admit you are simple,and that you are there? People so low, they pretend to be mean, ruling, sarcastic, with an ominous glean... Why not be a Scion, and without a doubt, we can rule this universe, he's been talking about!"

"Monsters, posers, ashes of air, Why isn't anybody left, why isn't anyone there? Doctors, madmen, legions of doom, What have you done all day, but stare around in your room? Clinics, hospitals, the most meticulous air, If you are not making them, why is there one over there? Politics of madmen, the land of the dead, Why in place of high worlds, do we get nooses instead? A capital crime, to pick at one's bones, Why the rich sit around nightly, and politely trade thrones. The tyrants are smiling, they have defeated their sheep, for the world is now monsters, left to static and sleep."

"Where do we go, this creepy flow, down and down, to and fro, This rabbit hole is deep and dark, Why doesn't he just fall apart? Why does he say such crazy things, when all we want is diamond rings? The time we do is now engage... What does he called this certain age? Times are darkest, he'd assuage, Armageddon's gonna do, if apocalypse came for you... Down to Hell, this little name, What do we call this little game? Death is certain, death is true... ...Look at this, now where are you?"

"Los Illuminados, a sinister scheme, To replace Earth with Plagas, if you know what I mean... Parasites lost, and parasites found, An alien prince, and rumors abound... For Nünda, the son of the alien race, Came here to guard cattle, Straight from outer space... For Antioch and Nünda, both live in his head, And guard Hamunaptra,The Land of the Dead..."

"Lord Byron, Lord Blackheart, and others, I suppose, have risen in Britain, for what reason, lord knows... The magic of Hogwartz, the magic of light, for who in this world, knows magic and might? Of eyes and great scholars, all have been had, of spies and great ballers, all have been glad... Those who do not speak, these riddles and rhymes, do not belong, in these uncertain times... MI-6 neglected, their nefarious woes, and now there's only James Bond, and his various foes... Prince Bishop, Prince Bishop, won't you follow my heart? Be calm, poor commoner, because only there did it start..."

"What do you choose, what do you use? The fiction, the diction, or the ooze? Cannot relate, cannot partake, it's the grime, the goblins, or the lake, Cannot acquit, cannot relate... They say the rabbit is at the gate, Of boredom, Mordor, answers, true... But his insanity, huh, it's always new... Take one nickel, take a dime, explain these things one at a time... If his answer's always true, what the hell's been done to you?"

"Do not believe, What you see with your eyes, Do not yet harken...and only tell lies, The angels are fallen, the demons are sleep... ...and tall tales of madmen,Then rise from the deep, As Jesus is savior, as God is our lord... ...each one of us from Sodom,stake claims from the horde, As heaven is gone, and hellions won't rise... The heathens from purgatory, with lost souls in their eyes, The damned see naught before them......but their might and decree, as they attack God's believers,With warmth, pity, and glee... The denizens, demagogues, and evangelicals thrall, While the idolaters conquer, their false believers and all... The path of man has been chosen, the word of God dead, While the angels, saints, and priests flock, to the Hell in your head."

"In bases, it's safest, the low are all stored, But where did they go, this venomous horde? To underground labs, from jungles of concrete, To show their strange fangs,and start to deplete... Their uranium souls, and dark matter lives, They starve for their children, families, and wives... Fuel for the pecking, fuel for the fro, I want to be a celebrity, how could they never know? Of my greatness, as I sit here, and dance with the wolves, an ominous sheep, who points down his hooves... A game of extermination, as they sit there and rattle, As he saves our nation, from ignominious cattle."