Going Left

I am a Killjoy Man
With Blasphemy and Hammer in hand

The bed soaked in cold sweat
I arise, my intentions are set

Mechanical Murder Madness I take to the street

My hammer is not hard or mean
For in fact it remains unseen

I am a liberator stocking the feeble
The true enemy of all good people

Callously Crashing the Cranium of timid fools

AH!
They scream as I come out of nowhere unseen and smite them dead
AH!
They scream like Dionysus seizing Pentheus head
AH!
They scream as the hammer falls hard and lets out the Red

The weak silly peon lay bashed and battered
Have no sympathy for he did not matter

For a new man is then resurrected
His weakness deceased, his mind corrected

Bold and Born Brave a new soldier has been made

For only once our convictions are killed
Do we realize the scope of the battlefield

There’s a war that to the blind remains unseen
Fighting to live in a world that more resembles our dreams

An Evil Enormous Enemy we battle to free the earth’s treasure

He picks up a sickle, I my hammer, and we will make an army together