The Poet (feat. The Seven Lords) Video (MV)

Hello, hello to fine people everywhere
I come, I speak, I see you there
I know the lyrics, and I know them well
Here's my friend, Seth, to play some from Hell

He speaks, he speaks
He sees, he says
He is everything, and he's intrigued by certain ways

Everyone, no one
Here, there, where you go?
I don't really understand; I don't really know

I can see, I can see, I can see clearly now
The rain has gone away, but my pain is here to stay

You're a bunch of lame, untalented, and unhappy murderers
And Viet Cong and Congo
That a new kind of man has come to his bliss
To end the Cold War he has wrought against his own kind, flesh, snake
Since the days of the blood
Everyone, no one, I am the blood
I wallow in the dirt; I speak the lyrics of the mud
The mud! It speaks, it screams, it shouts! I know where it goes
But I don't know what it's all about