King Gregree: FIND IT [produced by: Angelo Badalamenti]

That Crone disappeared again,

I’m getting tired of that Witch

but I don’t feel like dying,

so I’m gonna give it this last ditch attempt

at dispelling this venomous poison’s potency,

Look at me, I’m in the spirit world

but I need my body to not be dead

for the possibly of my Earthly return,

There’s something burning behind that there veil,

A hare with a fever head, shivering in bed,

Cottontail, lucky feet don’t fail me now,

Then a Mountain appeared stretching past the clouds,

I thought “Wow, that’s fuckin high, I hope I don’t have to climb it”,

but I knew that I would have to

the moment that I let the thought cross my mind,

I don’t wanna bear this here cross but it’s mine,

So I grab on to the crags, one step at a time,

As I begin to hear the Beast at the peak speak to me…

“Your ass is mine”,

Let’s get a move on, nothing left to say,

I don’t know where I’m going but I’m on my way,

Yeah, I’m on my way and I don’t know where I’m going

but I need to get there fast,

As it happens, a life depends on it and I believe that it’s mine,

I’ve grown fond of it and I hope it’s not the time

that I have to say “goodbye” to me, myself and I,

If there’s a way out of this bind, then I’m-a find it,

Just a few miles to go, there’s no time to stop,

I keep seeing the Monster popping it’s grotesque head

over the side to check on my status,

All this from the bite of the rattlesnake,

Who’d-a thunk it but I can’t fake the funk

even though my heart’s thumping so fast it feels like it’s crumping

but something burns in mine eye like the Devil’s inside,

Desire to triumph that’s hard to describe, its unquenchable,

Even the logic is questionable, things move forwards and backwards in time,

I used to think there had to be a rhyme and a reason

but now I see that’s a trick conceived for deceiving,

I believe in Absurdity, I’ve been alerted and given the Key today

as I climb to the battleground just a few feet away,