Acid King

The magic is black Backyard happy and fertile For Kasso the acid king of the black circle Same year Bowie dropped, two horns hatched and matured To gore Northport's '84 Here is '84: Mary Lou Retton, Excitebike, AIDS, Jeopardy! Wake up the Orwell in me Crack rock, anyway, seventeen summers in developing Would it be the middle school or ketamine, guess Left home in the dark, to curl up in a bear hug in Suffolk county's arms With a bevy of heavy metal records and leather bibles More Anton LaVey than Saint Michael More sherm in a Ford on bricks behind Midas Fly with the pentagram pilot Sabbath and Judas and all tunes prudent Seems tame now, but then it was devil music Rick six, the nickname clicks Makeshift altar in a clearing in the sticks Forfeit a kitten by the forks from the kitchen With horsemen who drew the same symbols Pitchforks waving out a grand theft four by four support system, alas Angus on the ax in the back Foreground offering a pitch-dark animal corpse and backyard black mass And a brash curiosity opt for grave robbery To puff and pluck skulls at a cemetery property Cops cuff him and stuff him in Amityville Asylum It's fantasy island for Noah's Lions, at the time South Oaks, but focus on the environment And how it couldn't loosen the Lucifer out his client who would flee Pale moon, pale horse howling death And LSD to make it mean more than it meant Pay attention, here's where the whole thing sours And goes from intrigue into wowzers At a party, a passed out drunk Kasso gets got for ten bags of dust Now it's not a big town, and people are big mouths So he fishes around 'til he figures it out Gary Lauwers, seventeen years young You have no idea what you've done Track him down, beat him pissy He got five bags back, still owes him fifty Oh Ricky, Ricky, do we hound him for loot, Or show him how the hellbound do? Hm Kasso waives all debts, says "Let's just go and get baked instead" Two shake hands and the beef play dead Though it's more like a skeeter shaking a web And along came a spider with two of his friends It was into the woods, a delusional mess Four kids dipped in a black hole bath June 16, Kasso snaps Off-guard Gary tackled and pinned Sees Rick pull a knife from his jacket and grin Raise that knife like a sword to the moon Plunge that knife through a portrait of youth, going "Say you love Satan, say you love Satan" Lauwers ain't say it, just cave to the face lift Thirty-two stab wounds, gouged out eyes Burns on his skin, not a cloud in the sky Kasso had later explained he was told by Satan himself in the form of a crow To murder the kid cold, a part of a pristine whole No, no, no, no, no And just had to brag, until somebody sad just had to rat Sat in the cell is a merchant of hate, Who would hang from his sheet before the third day Some say Kasso was part of a cult, But I'm sure there was more than we're told More than adults and authority could rightly decode Or maybe I'm wrong and he's finally home Kasso It's starting to feel like a nice night Hold close to the highs and the white light Hold close to the good you are drawn to These woods were grown to disarm you It's starting to feel like a nice night Hold close to the highs and the white light Hold close to the good you are drawn to These woods were grown to disarm you It's starting to feel like a nice night Hold close to the highs and the white light Hold close to the good you are drawn to These woods were grown to disarm you It's starting to feel like a nice night Hold close to the highs and the white light Hold close to the good you are drawn to These woods were grown to disarm you