 Let's get it on, Arch, and watch the spot get blown. I'll be the sick lunatic when the devil is prone. From the midst of the darkness, I come with this. Hittin' straight to the chest like a primatine mist. Resurrecta, yeah, the fanatical type. I'm like a bat in the night when it's time to take flight. Here I am in the flesh, and yes, I love zest. I'm obsessed by the sounds the track possess. Intellectual, killer, special, majestical. Open up the devil's hell, I'm hangin' for my testicles. Nowhere to run to, baby.