text: KING OF MACABRE 
  KILL WHEN I WANT 
  CALL ME A GOD 
  CYCLOPS, CYCLOPS 
  KING OF MACABRE 
  KILL WHEN I WANT 
  CALL ME A GOD 
  CYCLOPS, CYCLOPS
  I am the keeper of light
  In this lighthouse I call my world
  Im Thomas Wake
  I see everything, all the noises ring
  I want bloodshed, bodies when I swing
  Pick the bodies up, never pull my strings
   dont fuck with me
   thousands of teeth
   like a vaccine
   your blood stream
  Nowadays Imma like a wolf eel, the way I hide and I creep
  Broken so much that I dont feel, the joy and the pain obsolete
  No emotion the skin on me wont peel, my flesh is graphene underneath
  When Im gone and my soul R.I.P, I told you youll know where I be
  KING OF MACABRE 
  KILL WHEN I WANT 
  CALL ME A GOD 
  CYCLOPS, CYCLOPS 
  KING OF MACABRE 
  KILL WHEN I WANT 
  CALL ME A GOD 
  CYCLOPS, CYCLOPS