I breathed anger and I spit rage,
and with the coming of the new age,
I burnt the heart of my sage,
I grew with every turn of a page,
I shot fire from my spirit as a mage,
I went past the final astral stage,
I broke the confines of my cage,
let loose the golden goose eggs,
who knew I'd be so strange.

As a child I was so wild never had a happy smile it was a form of style that came from a vile inside I was in denial living life out a vial I was going to survive the trial acid trip for more than a mile this lasted longer than a while,
and now here I am,
a grown man,
trying to understand,
why I don't have a plan,
I guess I'm banned,
from the grand,
scheme of things,
fiends with dreams,
of capturing souls,
trading them for goals,
sum lumps of coals,
spiritual moles,
digging underground holes,
hiding away,
hiding from day,
I don't care what they say,
I'll live my way.