Three dimensional demons
Staring into my soul
These treacherous heathens
Leave nothing sane and whole
Bearing my name
And laughing at the thought of it
Losing its fame
The protagonist in the plot of it

The first dimension
Gets its foot in the door
From the absorption of the mention
That you're worth trash and nothing more

Then the second
Brings forth the blade
From whence the mention beckoned
And waits in the shadow's shade

The third is the final
Nail in the coffin
And blade to skin like needle to vinyl
Letting out a cry that the heathens get lost in

Bearing my name
And laughing at the thought of it
Losing its fame
But they're the protagonist in the plot of it