Invocation Lyrics

In the world's greatest con

I have managed to convince everyone

That I am built of something far gentler than I am

Sometimes the prettiest things are made to cut

Deeply

You must tear out of this skin

Like a great grotesque and flightless bird

You must take your name

And place it in someone else's mouth

Even if they do not like the taste

You must get out of here now

Or you will die here as you are

You must peel back your layers of skin

One by one for infinity

For each time you outgrow the shell that confines you

You must rinse your brain in cool clean rivers

And place it back in again

But back to front this time

You have only minutes left to live

However many billions of millions

Or tens of thousands of minutes it may be

You must grip onto them with both hands

You must pound on the door until somebody answers

With a fist clenched full of centuries

And when the door finally opens

You must go.