The gnome tries talking to his head
There’s a lot it tells him, about himself
“Do you want to be insane still?”
“Whatever I do, my head, I do it for the thrill!
Do it for the thrill
A bit of a spill
Got to walk for the kill
Do it for the thrill
The gnome’s knife is stained with his blood
The nasty glare waits on his prey to come
His need to ride the Devil’s woman
Whatever he does, my friend, it’s for the thrill
Come with me to the mountain top
Let me show you the dreams we bound
This lady on top here, wishes you were there
The devil’s mistress, my friend, she lays bare
The mono gnome he hides from the night
For the in shadows there’re lies
The mistress ride the gnome, hard
She sets the world afire the gnome, he crawls
All is lost in a sea of flames
The mistress and the gnome remain
