Monday morning
Playing my guitar
With my vanity

I run myself a bath
For crossing the evening
To be with my royalty

I worship my feeling
By the glorifying me
Thanks for the to be or
Not to be

So I quaff my lover
As his Piteous Law
Of Bottomless Pit

Drawing a fresco
About the way a King
Blaspheming God
By his swearing *****

'Empty coffin is rarer to you.
Shallow barks, silent paws.
You shape me into your dream.
I return you a loonybin instead.'

'I love your carcass too.'

If one day individual stop fighting for believing
Sign and stamp for the touchstone
Sing with fountain and spring the mountain
Flew all time by electronic fire
No boundary cause nobody ever cage a thought
Will you come with me in front of all those mirrors
That made from all kind look elements
The one I love we are now a shy **** dye
What a tinge on our purple diamond
A hypothetical planet named Clark