Mob

dictate the madness
we march in step with the vibrations
hailing from a maelstorm
wicked little itch to appease the demonic need

hexing the night I come in
stop time for a moment
watching it fall heavy on everyone

evil feasts opening it's dark eyes
grievous error thinking to avoid it
into the maw, now mob for the hell of it

rising on the winds I take flight
a witch with you on her mind
Mr. zombie commanding an army
with your ritualistic offerings
an army of dread celebrating life

my humblists thoughts
you saved me from rage and anxiety
with your driving beats,
gave me a place to channel these energies