Mono Gnome

The Gnome tries talking to his head
What does it tell him about him, about himself
Do you want to be insane still?
Whatever I do, my head, I do it for the thrill

Do it for the thrill
A bit of a spill
Got to walk for the kill
Do it for the thrill

The Gnome's knife is stained with his blood
A nasty glare, waiting on his prey to come
His need to ride the Devil's woman
Whatever he does, my friend, he does it for the thrill

Do it for the thrill
A bit of a spill
Got to walk for the kill
Do it for the thrill

Come with me to the mountain top
Let me show you the dreams we've bound
The lady atop here, wishes you were here
The Devil's mistress, she lays bare

For in the shadows there are lies
The mistress rides, she rides the Gnome hard
They set the world on fire
The Mono Gnome he crawls