"Why do you eat people?"
"Not people, brains."
"Brains only?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"The pain!"
"What about the pain?"
"The pain of being dead."
"It hurts to be dead?"
"I can feel myself rot."
"Eating brains, how does that make you feel?"
"It makes the pain, go away!"
- The Return Of The Living Dead (1985)

Yo, as the oddest kid in the class
I can make metal objects lift
Not really a project kid
When I'm on it, your head is my science project kit
Everybody wanna to see bars
Well, I got steel beams like the ones they build Projects with
I'm dumping 12 in you
Then dumping a swelled shell of you
In a dug well for you
Drop the magic down the well
I'm Bellevue view
Surrounded by serpents
Skinning their shell of nukes
Microdot pellets bloom, confused
Tyrant, massacre cities
Ivan the Terrible
Jak Tripper, chrome the brow
Pulling scalps
Podium basher, occultist crown
Kicking that cult shit, we open the bowl skin house
Zoning out like Kurt's last days
Just mopping 'round, composing drowse
Her last breath the only sound, they won't be found
Ted Bundy's death row interview told me how
Jack Torrance's ax holding
Skin a cat's clothing
Run in traps smoking after smoking a couple of sacs, soaking
Big heavy barrel looking like a black cauldron