These words he speaks are true, We're all humanary stew, If we don't pledge allegiance to The black window The horror that he brings, The horror of his sting, The unholiest of kings, The black window. Our minds will be his toy, And every girl and boy Will learn to be employed by The Black window. Love me, Yes, we love me, Love him, Yes we love him, Love me, Yes we love him. He sits upon this throne and picks At all the bones of his husbands And his wives he's devoured. He stares with a gleam, With a laugh so obscene at the virgins And the children he's deflowered. Our thoughts are hot and crazed, Our brains are webbed in haze, Of mindless, senseless, daze The black window.
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