Legion Of Doom

Antisocial (Antisocial) Or called Hermit by the ways of hippies Seeks never for what he wants Gives always before he needs He’s a spectator (One Million flavors) Of your favorite names for a scape goat Exists betwixt your third eye Cauterized the lids shut to prevent the wise from going blind Take your dead friends and play their lives on reverse through a kaleidoscope lens Attach memories and annotate the events you want recaptured Express their values at the pulpit Remind us how to live without them (Remember how you lived before them) Verbose story telling reveals the legion of doom as your inner sactum It harbors evil and spreads it to your blood via the needle While you’re sitting idle (Voices stifled) Vital promises for solace go unheard of when searching in that box of lawlessness (SpookyTooth the epitaph) Magic beans birthed by giants Irresponsible supplier for them greens that get you higher So don’t ask me if it’s good, it always is Unless you ask the legion, they’ll make sure the story you heard is truth that’s bent and twisted