Within this head is an idea.
Within this idea, is a soul.

But query, wonder wildly, i suppose
a work of prose appropriately disposed
for rhyming schemes seem far more pristine
to show you all what this can mean.

You see, the idea comes as naturally
as fiction comes to dreams
Interweaving, cleaving hallways
Always in the mirror of your mysteries.

Twirling 'bout your head, my dear
is a twilight bulb dim, but so obscenely marvelous
it did drive tears! Provoke me, temp my ears
sweet sound malady crippling my already
unsteady inhibitions...

I give your mission permission!
give no omission for a missionary's mass
the day the priest wanted a kiss
and only got an ass - my-my, how ridiculously crass

Bridging calm with harassment
connecting ties to treason - what reason have I
to cry for fallen statues in the sand
fallen castles in my hand

Mm, blood-drenched delicious drips demonicly down
my sweater, all the good times getting better
Let her dance her tears away - play a song unsung
For two-million days - just round it
there's no need to count around it

1-2-3, I believe this sudden sickly reaper
Beseeches us to have him leave!
does my sight go now? or have I seen
the death avert its gaze upon the dying?
Would i be lying if I said i wasn't laughing...

Praise be to breaking
I, like I, would know that face
like it were faking being me, if i were to see,
a mirror image committing treachery

Murder the reflection that portrays your poorly
and as for the shards, just let them adore me,
the offspring of shattering memory - bores me
Let the children die, I say
and let the children die.

If they become our future!
Then we become the past!
This is your last chance redemption
for the life the you've let pass.

Within this head is the idea
within the idea is a soul
in the soul is a sanction for all that is holy
for all that is holy is diamonds
In a wold that needs coal - do burn!
Do burn the witches - fuel the hungry fire
with innocence and torture all
the pestilence with luxury - for the life of me
hypocrisy has carried me to madness!
Madness carries on in my head
and seeps into my ideas
which creep into my soul.