Blashemia: My Second Coming

Hell with you, I’m broken free, a salivating nightmare In my time of hibernating all your sins I had to bear Through dreams of a bitch of Amsterdam I’ve arrived to spread my terror A virus in your IBM, a forever-lasting syntax error Break the spell with so-called knowledge I’m a killing, vicious itch You can’t even scratch Time and weather are working for me Soon you will all be history Spoiled in your youth when my threat was unknown Now you are feeling a chill in your backbone Can you still recall the cold and frosty night so long a time ago You heard that silent whispering and asked your mother if she would know I was there, not capable of anything but I did await Now I’m here and once again the world must pay for the dinner it ate You may well cry out your brain But nothing more you will obtain Man must pay for the catastrophe You are just creeping lice Worthy of only hate and despise I must see you die