Here lies a man. Dead, naked on a metal slab. Blank slate, eyes wide shut, roll tape. They found him ridin ‘round in my halloween town, pound of greens on him fiends on him for the low down. They took his shirt off and inscribed him with his fate, but where his story ends you and I turn the page. Now he’s memento mori, the truth of what’s comin for me: decomposition, worms and pinewood. To God goes the glory. The hand that feeds you might be servin you poison. The new Sonic Youth so we’re bringin the noise in. Had a taste of love now I’m thirstin for more, watchin waves change to horses as they gallop for the shore. I am Dexter Sinister. Welcome to my temple. Watch your step in here cuz my ways ain’t simple. Though I smile all day, you will never see the dimple - deep pocket full of pain cuz humanity is crippled. And my vision cinematic, fully lit up in my attic, euphoric and ecstatic though I know there’s hell and sufferin. God blessed a child with nothin left to lose. I dropped out my mother, considered it paid dues. Bitter earth blues in the mornin. Muddy water is my cup of coffee. Black and overflowin blood & pain. Any man raise a hateful hand against his brother, he destroys his mother, stands before his father with the mark of Cain. I maintain that you’re livin life in vain unless you’re speakin from the heart, tryin hard to stop the la haine. Shame? I use my tears to wipe away the stain and leave a song of freedom ringin in my ears to cancel out my fears. I open up and see the world in it’s perfection. Know I’m off the mark, but do my best to step in that direction. No question. I’m facin forward walkin down the road. I open my mouth, my inner vision is exposed and it’s beautiful.