Crop Circle Communion Thesis

Thru a series of psychological tests I have been declared a demon Travellin' thru dimensions fatal weapons leave you bleedin' Dissecting grey matter doesn't matter in my cathedral But how can you stand my timberlands in your cerebral Faces of space probes be scattered thru my mental Acoustics in my chamber just endanger instrumental Fundamental rhythms are symbols of paternal power Get devoured by my infinite skills to disappear Getting lost in the Holocausts that rage between my ears Complex like gravity Tragically and mathematically I defeat your squadron black magically Analyze the tangle As you get my mangled by my triangular rhythms Systematic rotations of my words cause cataclysms