I know your life hasn't amounted to much
Except for an erection here and there
Choose your fantasies well
Before you leave your decrepit lair
I don't like a flying fuck
I had warned you before
These skies are mine
Ruse another whore
Go fly where you're free to fly
Where I won't bother to go
Go fly where it's safe to dream
Or just lie distinctly low
I see you're red with pressure
Ejaculated some sperm too
Now you'll droop your power stoop
This sky won't be blue anymore
If I was just your masochism
I guess I'll vanish as well
Too bad I didn't kill you
Too bad I could not dwell
But if I ever catch you again
When the imagination is mine
I'll fry your balls with olive oil
Sautéed with salt, pepper and wine
I'll ferment the grubby sperm
I'll skin the scrotal skin
Many recipes to try
And drink your blood with gin
