Something wicked comes   

Lookin’ up for you             

There’s nothing wickeder                

Than what’s already real...       

Walkin’ through a mighty dead crowd...                               

Squiling like a pig            

Fluoride is kickin’ in                 

Mind is like a parachute       

Works better when it’s open...     

Walkin’ through a mighty dead crowd...                       

There’s no way out...^[1]