Neotron

Lie back and dream of me
I am your escape from reality
A blackened night of half-false truths
Both hides and bears my snaggletooth

I caress your bleeding flesh
Slaughter the wound and sever the rest
I am hypocrisy unveiled
Every argument has seen both sides sailed

The king of your dreamworld
My claws remain unfurled
Milky clouds rain blood and gore
As I prepare my army for war

The crown I earn
Is the bodies you burn
So let the chips fall where they may
For I will gather them someday

Waking up will do you no good
You’ll have to dream again; you know you should
The next place we meet will not be your mind
For now it is gone and I have thoroughly dined.