I climbed the ******* mountain peaks to meet you today.
I found the bleeding fog, and breathed it calmly.
The presence of time is almost as heavy
As your wishes are.
I tried to open your mind,
Please don't return the favor.

Your mind is a mess,
A maze,
Hard to understand.

And you're rocking,
In you're rocking chair.
You're wearing you shear whites,
Drinking your honey wine,
Praying to Mary like she's divine.

I'm in the misty peaks, stuck in a cove.
Up a tree, down below.
This place is not real, it cannot be.
Look around, get off your knees.

And you're rocking,
In you're rocking chair.
You're wearing you shear whites,
Drinking your honey wine,
Praying to Mary like she's divine.

You stand up, you point it out.
You look mad to me.
Crazy as could be.
Good god, hang up your hat.
Give it a rest, I'm not like that.

I am my hero, I am my compass.
I have my own eyes, don't **** my rights
Don't force me to follow,
What is unnatural.

And you're rocking,
In you're rocking chair.
You're wearing you shear whites,
Drinking your honey wine,
Praying to Mary like she's divine.

Your ***** is dead,
Your disciple is hung.
Your God is dead.
Stop beating your drum.