The Skeezix Dilemma Part Ii Lyrics
Skeezix bloated in petulance from the night's debauchWields his mutated feline frame down from his arboreal watchSpace 109 is always occupied by the countless faces who tried and triedBruises from an unseen source as chronic abuser runs his courseThere is no remorseSinewy limbs reach through the bars to collect the carcasses of soulsGiven over the deeds of infamy, Skeezix took his tollThe ungainly truncated form of the docile PipsisewahSubtle in demeanor yet with powers that beggar descriptionThey call him by different namesSome call him Gilgamesh, the man who has never tasted deathThe size of the room is half as large cause you walked around it twiceAnd you walk again with both eyes shut cause your fears became your vice[II. The Battle]Tormentor underestimating the power of the PipsisewahConfrontation on the grandest scale the outcome already knownThe child whose humble prayer set the battle of agesTorment no more[III. The Victory]We call him Jehovah who's always nearAnd you can win the battle when you pray without fearThe weak are victorious when the strong reaches downAnd the ones who bring sadness will bow to the Crown
Tourniquet The Skeezix Dilemma Part Ii
