In both of your feet lie death and destruction Your name must be mayhem And your disciples anarchist Everywhere that you go is left in ruin The living made dead from the curse of your presence The youthful turned old when you rob the essence of soul What form will you take on today What’s written down on your schedule What business do you have with the inhabitants of this world Bending time and space Reshaping the course of reality Tricking me with fools gold that is nothing more than sweet f...