Party of Three

Let me tell you a story where

They claimed my energy was yours

But my roster is only 2

And you're the knob on a door

Where everyone gets a turn

And everyone is hands on

In your private S T D sex cult

Where entities are your bond

Your bond is no longer your word

Its the energetic puppeteer cord

From sharing your portals

Like dirty vampire sucking whores

It is what it is

Til it isnt no more

There'll be a public register list

Of people with AIDS posted on door

So you cant infect others

So you cant spread your disease

So you cant steal people's innocence

Doing evil with ease

Like the registered offenders

Now the registered diseased

IAM so grateful, IAM celibit

And yall couldnt touch me

So now your headcount in bed

Is You, your shadow & the entity

You finally fulfilled that wish

Of a party of three!

It is what it is

Til it isnt no more

There'll be a public register list

Of people with AIDS posted on door