You will be behind me, or Even in front if you like I wont call you anything, Or if that is you want me to, I will call you everything. Whatever you say, I will lie here in a pool of rampant madness, decay, You shall be my "soul's" leader, You will tell me when I'm "good," Or if I am insane, I won't complain, I will be your tool, your stool, I will not shun you if that's ever Even been possible, you will be free To ram your religious and political Ideals down into my mind whether I Believe or not, or they will "save You," and take me away in locks.