i think i'll be killed from the ink that i spill
but i sing for the thrill
i bring everything real with this skill
still instincts will not wilt
like a drill, im in sync
and until under soil i shall prevail as a king of my field
wings i will wield and my strength i won't yield
i'll extinguish my film reel where my realm does stink
plus i've got balls of steel, don't call me kinked
cuz i'm on the brink to erupt up Hell
...let chaos ring