I'm the Chief of Doom
You're the tongueless you
So pure my doom
Does it not soothe?
I'm the Chief of Doom
You're the tongueless you
What's the matter?
Cat caught your tongue?
A dog stare at you too long?
Ah I see
Another wandering Indian cut your tongue
You white light ideologue
He got to you before I could
Still I have to say
It's better than you deserve
I'll suffocate you
I'm greater than you
I'm a God to you
A God to you
I'm a God to you