Mystic moonlight/ Hell asked me, "When alive, do you see us when you tune in right with LSD-25?"/ I speak to evil on occasion/ but that don't make it innate/ What I receive will be a destination dictated by fate//// I commune with something holy/ and it knows me from the dark// "Too rich for my blood" does the toll seem/ 'fore it comes, do I depart////I feed it ash, and what it feeds me back,metallic to the taste... Perhaps the chrome is in that mouth of mine, and I don't know my own face////

HOOK: There's a monster and I summon it just to fight it/

These lyrics are its sigil, and I'm careful when I recite it//

Static is a constant/ When I feel the charge, I retreat//

Sacred math on painted glass/ My tainted heart starts to seize////

V2:

I remember, on a cold Sabbath/ back when squares still had a cataleptic aspect-- instead, now they're monochromatic damn-near everywhere////mind your towers/ scrutinize the rubes in the oval office/ 1 and 1 makes something worse than 2/ and my music is a tool to stop it//// I'm a rescue Pyrenees/ chasing cars on an infinite loop to never// and unless you hearin' me make these bars/ I'm an agent of chaos you fail to comprehend////