Ephialtes Jones

What it is to be tortured inside. I am momentary and eternal. You could be me if I were not. Who's victories did hell and I exterminate? Whatever sand that formed me is from the bottom of a dry well. I've offend God's babies and Satan's puppies. Words dissolve to forever then turn back into thoughts. Give everyone a clear sky. I'll be the blackbird against it. CHORUS: "If you're a savior, then you might be saved! Polly-wall-the-doodle-all-the-day!"