Prophecize
by Possum


Lying in your bed at night,
You hear a fatal scream.
You awaken from the gory fright
And know it's just a dream.
Or you dream you failed that vital test
That comes up the next day,
But hey, of course, you know the rest--
You failed it anyway!
Look into my eyes,
Prophecize.

Now you're walking home from school
And NOW you hear that scary scream,
You know that you are not a fool;
This surely could not be a dream.
On the roadside you shall see
A bloody, severed head.
Look at it closer, you will see,
The victim's not quite dead.
Look into my eyes,
Prophecize.

You think it all seems really sinchy
When you're thinking like da Vinci,
Or you see things loose from hell
With your thoughts like George Orwell,
And I know you'll keep your promise
'Cause you think like Nostradamus,
And think all of the fame you'll earn
When you're thinking like Jules Verne,
Look into my eyes,
Prophecize

He now staggers to his bloody feet,
This bloody, headless, mangled form;
He starts dancing to a bouncy beat
When off his useless arms fly, torn.
Now he falls into a pile
Of jumbled flesh and bone.
His face, turned to a deadly smile
Stiffens you to stone.
Look into my eyes,
Prophecize.

You watch his head now dance around you,
The sulfide air begins to reek;
You let his undead voice resound you
When his mouth begins to speak:
His bloody lips are open wide
Yet no words come out from his head.
You feel a sharp pain in your side
From the final words he said:
Look into my eyes,
Prophecize.