Who The Fuck Is Cameron Brookes?
The man, the mystery, the myth
To pin one down is to deface his monolith
I wondered for years what he would become
Brookes-born, he is the Zed son
Under a dreaded crown where his knowledge sits
Liquid presented like "what the fuck is this?"

"Choose your next words carefully, for they may be your last"
Call us disciples of Cam's town
Masters of keeping our shit down

Once we were told "our fate is sealed"
The line was in the sand / the king of intoxication is here to lead the damned

At noon we awaken before the call
Beer stains worn proudly, now watch as we fall
Spilling conspiracy to foil the man and enlighten the mind
This was all in his plan
His presence is in all of us
Born to consume not wear the cost
We will never wear the cost
"Choose your next words carefully, for they may be your last"
Call us disciples of Cam's town
Masters of keeping our shit down

Once we were told "our fate is sealed"
The line was in the sand / the king of intoxication is here to lead the damned
This is the tale of Cameron Brookes
He knows not what we do but what we are

I will stand by this loyalty
For these words I'd become a martyr