Contracts

When sea brought you diamonds and gold
You put a price on men
The peace you left behind you was the stone
For turning mice to men
May Eve be the serpents back bone
When feeding mice to men
A price on them
Contracts are for life
For both the mice and men

See how they run
Tail tucked blinded and such
Amok
Ohhh what a rush
You see them all in your stuffs
The thing they're makings
Is in the basement
You've gotta face it
It's an infestation
The many faces
Throughout many cases
You see em in these places
You even catch em on occasion
But what separates them
From you
Is in their nature
The little ones are to dissolve in snakeskin
They were bred to face this
Misled
Medusa's head is dead amazing
Feed-her mice and then this agitates it
Life's a bitch and she exacerbates this
With her need for men to masturbate with
These are her toys
She shall amass a play set
You hear the noise
But see the casters faceless
Incantations of a masters making
Make the puppet dance
In wooden pants
Give him a chance to tell his story
And his ass is blazing
Liar liar
That's what separates you from your sire
Amongst mice and men there's talk of places that Are higher
As I watch from one
The two scurry to messiah
Under awkward sun
It's center Zion
The silhouettes Of giants and I'm often one
Im often one