Akkdal

Sit in my castle on a throne of tears
Stab carrier pigeons to deliver your fears
Cut my hair with your cleaver of choice
Rainbow dust mites keep fearing my voice
My egotistical scar keeps picking itself
Fiery phoenix in a suit selling your health
Cherished photos burn in my retina
​I decorate cakes with the scurvy of prisoners
I detonate land with Hercules grip
Carry a spare abdomen in case my hernia sticks
Drinking salt water on my wedding night
Place a Haitian curse on the wanton bride
Drive your dream car off the edge of the moon
And force you to inhale the derelict fumes
I burned Satan's contract, but still rely on a Judas
I keep a devilish arsonal, I trust in a Brutus