[00:13.11]The magic is black, backyard happy and fertile
[00:17.92]For Kasso, the Acid King of the Black Circle
[00:19.55]Same year Bowie dropped
[00:20.66]Two horns hatched and matured to gore Northport's '84
[00:23.26]Here is '84: Mary Lou Retton, Excitebike, AIDS, Jeopardy!
[00:26.26]Wake up the Orwell in me
[00:27.10]Crack rock, anyway: seventeen summers in developing
[00:29.48]Would it be the middle school or ketamine? Guess
[00:31.38]Left home in the dark
[00:32.65]To curl up in a bear hug in Suffolk County's arms
[00:34.61]With a bevy of heavy metal records and leather bibles
[00:36.62]More Anton LaVey than Saint Michael
[00:38.65]More sherm in a Ford on bricks behind Midas
[00:40.83]Fly with the pentagram pilots
[00:42.48]Sabbath and Judas and all tunes prudent
[00:44.39]Seems tame now, but then it was Devil music
[00:46.33]Rick Six, the nickname clicks
[00:48.18]Makeshift altar in a clearing in the sticks
[00:49.99]Forfeit a kitten by the forks from the kitchen
[00:52.02]With horsemen who drew the same symbols
[00:53.57]Pitchforks waving out a grand theft four by four support system
[00:56.24]Alas; Angus on the ax in the back
[00:58.14]Foreground offering a pitch-dark animal corpse
[01:00.50]And backyard black mass
[01:01.45]And a brash curiosity opt for grave robbery
[01:03.49]To puff and pluck skulls at a cemetery property
[01:05.52]Cops cuff him and stuff him in Amityville Asylum
[01:07.83]It's fantasy island for Noah's Lions, at the time
[01:09.77]South Oaks, but focus on the environment
[01:11.22]And how it couldn't loosen the Lucifer out his client
[01:13.17]Who would flee
[01:14.04]Pale moon, pale horse howling death
[01:15.38]And LSD to make it mean more than it meant
[01:17.15]Pay attention: here's where the whole thing sours
[01:19.58]And goes from intriguing to wowzers
[01:20.96]At a party, a passed out drunk Kasso gets got for 10 bags of dust
[01:24.64]Now it's not a big town, and people have big mouths
[01:26.46]So he fishes around 'til he figures it out
[01:28.18]Gary Lauwers, seventeen years young
[01:30.18]You have no idea what you've done
[01:32.11]Track him down, beat him pissy
[01:33.99]He got five bags back, still owes him fifty
[01:36.01]Oh Ricky, Ricky, do we hound him for loot?
[01:38.06]Or show him how the hellbound do? Hmm...
[01:40.08]Kasso waives all debts
[01:41.82]Says, "Let's just go and get baked instead"
[01:43.66]Two shake hands and the beef play dead
[01:45.78]Though it's more like a skeeter shaking a web
[01:47.51]And along came a spider with two of his friends
[01:49.51]It was into the woods, a delusional mess
[01:51.28]Four kids dipped in a black hole bath
[01:53.30]June 16, Kasso snaps
[01:55.19]Off-guard Gary tackled and pinned
[01:57.05]Sees Rick pull a knife from his jacket and grin
[01:59.01]Raise that knife like a sword to the moon
[02:00.88]Plunge that knife through a portrait of youth, going
[02:03.18]"Say you love Satan, say you love Satan"
[02:04.87]Lauwers ain't say it, just cave to the facelift
[02:07.25]Thirty-two stab wounds, gouged out eyes
[02:08.80]Burns on his skin, not a cloud in the sky
[02:10.68]Kasso had later explained he was told
[02:12.55]By Satan himself in the form of a crow
[02:14.34]To murder the kid cold
[02:15.22]A part of a pristine whole
[02:16.79]No, no, no, no, no...
[02:18.95]And just had to brag
[02:20.14]Until somebody sad just had to rat
[02:21.97]Sat in a cell as a merchant of hate
[02:23.96]Who would hang from his sheet before the third day
[02:25.82]Some say Kasso was part of a cult
[02:27.75]But I'm sure there was more than we're told
[02:29.59]More than adults or authority could rightly decode
[02:31.81]Or maybe I'm wrong and he's finally home
[02:33.61]Kasso!
[02:49.39]It's starting to feel like a nice night
[02:51.19]Hold close to the highs and the white light
[02:53.18]Hold close to the good you are drawn to
[02:55.10]These woods were grown to disarm you
[02:56.90]It's starting to feel like a nice night
[02:58.90]Hold close to the highs and the white light
[03:00.82]Hold close to the good you are drawn to
[03:02.65]These woods were grown to disarm you
[03:04.59]It's starting to feel like a nice night
[03:06.51]Hold close to the highs and the white light
[03:08.46]Hold close to the good you are drawn to
[03:10.28]These woods were grown to disarm you
[03:12.19]It's starting to feel like a nice night
[03:14.14]Hold close to the highs and the white light
[03:16.07]Hold close to the good you are drawn to
[03:18.00]These woods were grown to disarm you