Mouth of Madness - Red Harvest

I observe the Universe

And it’s looking right back at me

I float through dimensions

Disconnect myself

From the perception of reality

I wait for no one

Reconstruct

Deconstruct

Disassemble

The Inner Core

It holds the answers

To it all

It’s all about the Ancient Batteries

This oven’s kind of burning

These devices do not function

It has a mind of its own

Routine… follow the routine

Reaching out…

Into the air…

Yeah…