That Passenger

Like the best part of a dubstep song I feel the slip slip and drop then it's gone Like when we got it on with a double magnum on my dong But that was a virgin page And with that tight cage unlocked the rat was free to rage And you know theres no way to gauge magnitude of the ensuing sexplosion But at the epicenter of all the mental corrosion Is that hooded figure, that master of commotion And as the gas ball sets across the ocean he rises From cracks and gashes, from shadows and ashes No target in mind No friends or enemies Just hell bent on injecting the entropy And it is just painfully oh-so-clear to see the swiftness and efficiency at which he commits atrocities Over the screams and pleas the question hangs; What can sooth this beast?