I want to break you of your superstitions
Your poor position with foggy vision
From you false propped up religion
I want to offer you wisdom
Words, facts, and information
Sentences of love
Though you are not ready to hear them
So I will play the mad poet
Place my offerings before you
And before you know it
You will see
That what you believe
Is just a passing trend
You will not break
But bend before the coming wind
And see yourselves
Better than I ever was
And how I always knew
You could be