Psychic Warfare

All right, well, why don't you just Go ahead and have a seat right there? Here's a pad of paper and pen And, uh, well, why don't you just Why don't you just start at the beginning now?

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026

First thing that I did was buy a pack of smokes Check into a motel and consult my horoscope Sitting on the bed with the briefcase in my hands Patiently awaiting any word from high command Telekinetic dynamite! Psychic warfare is real! You better believe me, brother, X-ray vision! Telekinetic prophetic dynamite! Psychic warfare is real! I know what you're thinking, sister, X-ray vision! Next thing that I did was tap out Morse code With a wooden nickel on the receiver of the phone Before I could complete it, I was quickly overtaken By the angry spirits of Ronald and Nancy Reagan Telekinetic dynamite! Psychic warfare is real! You better believe me, brother, X-ray vision! Telekinetic prophetic dynamite! Psychic warfare is real! I know what you're thinking, sister, X-ray vision! And on the drums, Gemini On bass guitar, presenting Pisces On lead guitar, we have Aries And on the microphone, Scorpio! Go! Last thing I remember, I was crawling from the ruins I don't know who's to blame for that, but I know who didn't do it With every day that passes, it keeps on getting stranger But that really doesn't bother me, 'cause I get off on the danger Telekinetic dynamite! Psychic warfare is real! You better believe me, brother, X-ray vision! Telekinetic prophetic dynamite! Psychic warfare is real! I know what you're thinking, sister, X-ray vision! Telekinetic dynamite! Psychic warfare is real! You better believe me, brother, X-ray vision! T-t-t-telekinetic prophetic dynamite! Psychic warfare is real! I know what you're thinking, X-ray vision!

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026

Outside of Needles, I nearly lost my mind I pulled over on the shoulder Yeah, and I was there for some time A young thing came walking From out behind the trees She gave me consolations And this is what she said to me: "Firebirds! Energy weapons! Both these things are interesting to me I don't care how you get them I need them both, and I need them urgently" Yeah, I said, "I can get with that Oh, I like those things, too But I don't own a Firebird Perhaps this Datsun will do" Outside of the valley Yeah, we got to overheating She took off her sunglasses And said, "I believe this bears repeating:" "Firebirds! Energy weapons! Both these things are interesting to me I don't care how you get them I need them both, and I need them urgently" "Firebirds! Energy weapons! Both these things are interesting to me I don't care how you get them I need them both, and I need them urgently" (Firebirds) Outside of Barstow We got to living on the lam Sometimes doing odd jobs And sometimes living off the land Yeah, things went sour And the girl, she got to packing When I asked her why She said, "There are two things you are lacking:" "Firebirds! Energy weapons! Both these things are interesting to me I don't care how you get them I need them both, and I need them urgently" "Firebirds! Energy weapons! Both these things are interesting to me I don't care how you get them I need them both, and I need them urgently" Firebirds

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026

My nasty Yankee mannerisms Didn't jive with the local traditions How was I to know she had a jealous husband? He was the GM of a Tractor Supply Well acquainted with the guns and knives Sometimes, I swear I have less sense than a bag of hammers I prayed for courage I prayed for love I prayed for guidance from the heavens above I prayed to know divine protections But now I'm praying for a quick death in Texas Hey, hey Please forgive me, Mr. Gibbons I crawled my way into The Doom Saloon In an attempt to cauterize my wounds I did a terrible job, and they became powerfully infected I found myself atop a stolen roan Quite convinced that I would never see home And all on account of my lack of common manners I prayed for courage I prayed for love I prayed for guidance from the heavens above I prayed to know divine protections But now I'm praying for a quick death in Texas The saloon doors stopped swinging The piano player stopped playing (Hey, hey) In the shadows, I could hear Archaic Spanish phrases (Hey, hey) The preacher stood up from his table In his right hand, he held a Bible (Hey, hey) And in his left, the business end Of a Winchester rifle I prayed for courage I prayed for love I prayed for guidance from the heavens above I prayed to know divine protections But now I'm praying for a quick death in Texas Beaumont, Amarillo, got a line on me Galveston, El Paso, Nacogdoches, Abilene Beaumont, Amarillo, got a line on me Galveston, El Paso, Nacogdoches, Abilene Beaumont, Amarillo, got a line on me Galveston, El Paso, Nacogdoches, Abilene Beaumont, Amarillo, got a line on me Galveston, El Paso, Nacogdoches, Abilene

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026

Every time I set to write Lyricals on the women I always seem to end up The victim of some terrible ass kicking So now I'm telling myself Friend, why you got the obsession? Here it is now, people To the best of my recollection It goes against my Catholic upbringing I admit it I'm a sucker for The Witch Sucker for The Witch I can tell you precisely Where this all began Salem, Massachusetts And I was hardly a man I fell madly in love with Some brand of Stevie Nicks Oh, I begged and I pleaded Like a fiend for a fix I must unburden my guilty conscience I admit it I'm a sucker for The Witch May God have mercy on my wicked soul I can't help myself I'm a sucker for The Witch I might deny her But my heart will never resist I can't help myself I'm a sucker She's made her appearances In many the rhyme And that's my cross to bear Until the end of time Better call The Inquisition Better put me to the test Give me exorcism For I am truly possessed It goes against my Catholic upbringing I admit it I'm a sucker for The Witch Sucker for The Witch I must unburden my guilty conscience I admit it I'm a sucker for The Witch May God have mercy on my wicked soul I can't help myself I'm a sucker for The Witch I might deny her But my heart will never resist I can't help myself I'm a sucker for The Witch It goes against my Catholic upbringing I admit it I'm a sucker for The Witch May God have mercy on my wicked soul I can't help myself I'm a sucker for The Witch I might deny her But my heart will never resist I can't help myself I'm a sucker

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026

I make my move When the tower guards are changing Camouflage and evasion One minute later, I'm back In your paddy wagon and receiving Reeducation! Throw me in cuffs No chance of parole Back in the house Thirty days in the hole Segregate me from the local population Your love is incarceration Hey! No justice to be had! You feel me? I'd cop a plea to larceny and public nuisance Conspiracy and sedition But that thing that happened in Chattanooga I'm just asking for forgiveness Throw me in cuffs No chance of parole Back in the house Thirty days in the hole Segregate me from the local population Your love is incarceration Hey! No justice to be had! You feel me? As to the charges of verbal arson Before the court, hey, how do you plead? As to the charges of getting down Before the court, hey, how do you plead? To all the charges that are laid before me I confess I am guilty in the first degree! I dig my way out with a plastic spoon and thimble Hide the dirt in the cages 'Cause that thing that happened in Chattanooga With a garden hose and Yellow Pages! Throw me in cuffs No chance of parole Back in the house Thirty days in the hole Segregate me from the local population Your love is incarceration Hey! No justice to be had! Hey! No justice to be had!

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026

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They close the curtain To hide from the dawn The Rock-Ola's fire Burns on and on Have no fear, the dark of night She walks before us, Our Lady of Electric Light She enters the barroom And lifts her veil With a voice like running water She tells them her tale The patrons all break down at the sight Standing in the presence of Our Lady of Electric Light Tiny plastic sabers Piled high to my knees Though the war rages on I still find no enemies They draw back the curtain Are blinded by the dawn And the shining Rock-Ola Spins on and on Now I know I can no longer fight And I run into the arms of Our Lady of Electric Light Now I know I can no longer fight And I run into the arms of Our Lady of Electric Light

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026

Thank you for taking time Out of your day Your responses will allow us to serve you In a better way Did you not take into account I'm an uncivilized man? Unapologetic lifer for rock and roll! Unapologetic lifer for rock and roll! Ten words or less Can you describe yourself? Your religion, your politics Your general health? Did you not take into account I'm a noble savage? Unapologetic lifer for rock and roll! Unapologetic lifer for rock and roll! Go It's been a blast Discussing my lifestyle But, as you can see I got styles for miles Did you not take into account I'm a sophisticated man? Unapologetic lifer for rock and roll! Unapologetic lifer for rock and roll! Unapologetic lifer for rock and roll! Unapologetic lifer for the rock and roll!

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026

Drive us by pitchfork to caves by the sea Atop the mountain, under cities We are monsters We are older than men Yes, we are Gorgons And we will have our revenge Frighten their children by speaking our name Epoch and eon, it's always the same We are monsters But we will no longer run We are the Cyclops And our time has come This world was ours before it had ever known men Soon, it will be ours again Grant them their tales of their forefather's glory For soon, it will be ours again Atop the buttress, the gargoyle sits The fragile foundation crumbles to bits We are monsters and they are but men Behold, the Colossus rises again This world was ours before it had ever known men Soon, it will be ours again Grant them their tales of their forefather's glory For soon, it will be ours again This world was ours before it had ever known men And soon, it will be ours again Grant them their tales of their forefather's glory For soon, it will be ours again This world was ours before it had ever known men And soon, it will be ours again Soon, it will be ours again

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026

The experts agreed the condition was dire By all indications, the subject should have expired You've been banging your head like a teenaged fool Here, you've been kicked in the neck by a three-legg'd mule Do you care to confess to traumatic abuse? You have an advance case of the decapitation blues Upon my release, I had my suspicions That they were too liberal and skillful with all the incisions Cool heads prevailed, and now it's all too clear to me That reanimation is not what it's all cracked up to be Do you care to confess to traumatic abuse? You have an advance case of the decapitation blues Now a congress of corpses is always in session Debating the wisdom of my current direction You've been banging your head like a teenaged fool Here, you've been kicked in the neck by a three-legg'd mule Do you care to confess to traumatic abuse? You have an advance case of the decapitation blues Do you care to confess to traumatic abuse? You have an advance case of the decapitation blues

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026

It was the morning of All Saints' Day, '98 When that old blind dog started roaming around the graveyard Wouldn't have bothered me so much Were he not walking on his hind legs and smoking cigars Recite my lineage and genealogy You've got to know your history, Son of Virginia Everybody's in the church believing they're a sinner And looking for a sign from the True Son of Virginia When the storm blew over, we made our way To the old hay wain to infiltrate the sarcophagus By the dim light of a narrow window, we saw The God's honest truth staring right back at us Recite your lineage and genealogy You've got to know your history, Son of Virginia Everybody's in the church believing they're a sinner And looking for a sign from the True Son of Virginia Stare into the embers on the first of November And remember you were born a True Son of Virginia I was thrown to the ground As my world broke asunder Truly, we are living in an Age of Wonder Truly, we are living in an Age of Wonder It was the morning of All Saints' Day, '98 When that old blind dog started calling me "associate" Wouldn't have bothered me so much Were it not for the fact that was the truth of it Recite our lineage and genealogy You've got to know your history, Son of Virginia Stare into the embers on the first of November And remember you were born a True Son of Virginia I was thrown to the ground As my world broke asunder Truly, we are living in an Age of Wonder I wept like a child As the son rose above her Truly, we are living in an Age of Wonder Truly, we are living in an Age of Wonder "You will forgive me if I appear to be somewhat vexed by your statement. However, um, if that's the way you recall it happening... you can go ahead and put your name there at the bottom. And, um, thank you for your time. You have a good night, now."

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026