Times like these
I'm the the one that you seek
Who am I
Shrouded man with the beak
Times like these
I'm the the one that you seek
Who am I
Shrouded man with the beak
In moments of fear
Uncertainty and disease
I'm essential
Ill fated necessities
Pestilence
Water bats rats and flees
Have brought
Society to their knee's
Blunt the Shrouded
Man with a Beek
I'm a doctor of sorts
Weiser and bleak
I'm the last person you'll see
I know it's insane
Innumerable people I've seen
Writhing in pain
Not the first
Won't be the last this day
Off to the river Styx
As death ferry's you away
I hail from the darkside
And have nothing to fear
I'm right in my element
As the rapture draws near
Times like these
I'm the the one that you seek
Who am I
Shrouded man with the beak
Times like these
I'm the the one that you seek
Who am I
Shrouded man with the beak
When times get wicked
It takes an explicit kind
The week find themselves exempt
Can't get with the grind
Flip it or get left behind
Won't keep up with the times
If you don't
Make up ya ever lovin mind
My spit so toxic
A virus can't stop it
A quote in a Poe poem
You know that's shits gothic
To the occult I'm a prophet
Usurper of the serpent to top it
There is no beauty
Without strangeness
I take no joy in
What isn't dangerous
Behold and brash bastard
Shoned and hap hazard
Gone about my business
While the world is decimated
As I maneuver
Shrouded and shaded
As I maneuver
Shrouded and shaded