[I. The Suffering]    Skeezix bloated in petulance from the night's debauch  Wields his mutated feline frame down from his arboreal watch  Space 109 is always occupied by the countless faces who tried and tried  Bruises from an unseen source as chronic abuser runs his course    There is no remorse    Sinewy limbs reach through the bars to collect the carcasses of souls  Given over the deeds of infamy, Skeezix took his toll    The ungainly truncated form of the docile Pipsisewah  Subtle in demeanor yet with powers that beggar description    They call him by different names  Some call him Gilgamesh, the man who has never tasted death    The size of the room is half as large cause you walked around it twice  And you walk again with both eyes shut cause your fears became your vice    [II. The Battle]    Tormentor underestimating the power of the Pipsisewah  Confrontation on the grandest scale the outcome already known  The child whose humble prayer set the battle of ages    Torment no more    [III. The Victory]    We call him Jehovah who's always near  And you can win the battle when you pray without fear  The weak are victorious when the strong reaches down  And the ones who bring sadness will bow to the Crown