Re-constructing (A Breaking Bad Tribute)

The creator looks through the smoke
In search of the mythic blue crystal
The ventilator awaits an oxidant
The exhaust pipe burns crimson gold.

Never mind my business, Electrolyte
The battery is dead, as expected
They teach about the soul that's humane
But this death's no hangover, it's real!

Melodies cry out in writhing pain
Chains of lust dig nails in your brain
A shiny knife draws blood on sand
Pretty wife licks the blood beforehand.

Oh yes, I'm high! Soaring over your lows,
A bastard's mother just sold him to the crows;
The air outside my van is such lush green
My teeth sink into the tongue until you begin to bleed.

Heisenberg, Player marks his territory
Bones of winter fight for heredity.
A taste of what you create is yet to come
The monster, set free will never be quiet.

So congratulations, I'm still awake
But the eye lids have already started to beg
What if the long awaited nap starts now?
What if the monster rises, silently before you?