Evil Genius Is the trait of the modern man
Incubated In an artificial mind
Here at the bone mill We've been grinding down unicorns

Bottling the magic And Keeping it on demand
trip trap Who's that crossing my bridge?
fee fi fo fum Can you smell the stench?
Coz you've been living in a cliche
Well Once Upon A Time
- The End -

Number One Son Always got your game on
And That's right
So Draw that gun
Can't shake the feeling
That something's going to happen

Injecting Ice
Is the aim of this operation
And the smell of desperation
Reminds me of Sweet Perfume
And Mmm
well, you know Poison tastes so fine


Ha ha - yeah we're drunk on power
So rich and sickly
And it's always open
Down at The house of incarceration
It's getting rowdy

Number One Son Always got your game on
And That's right
So Draw that gun
Can't shake the feeling
That something's going to happen
Bottling the magic And Keeping it on demand

Injecting Ice
Is the aim of this operation
And the smell of desperation
Reminds me of Sweet Perfume
And Mmm
well, you know Poison tastes so fine
you know Poison tastes so fine