Please sir
Short back and sides
I need to look my best
For the ceremony
With the mutant
Headed king
Take stock
Frankenstein is living in the city
Protein powder superfood coffee
Well with what arms
Do we expect
To take his fort
Let's just talk
Hair slicked back
Drowned in thought
Take stock
Stuffed up with powder, potions and pills, the king gets ready to feast
Fatten the calf, the time has come to eat
Shot off to space
Left to die
Succumbing supplicant scorched to a dark crisp and prepared for feeding
Phones ringing through my ears, just silence and nothing
Welcome aboard