I've warped my perceptions And force-choking grips And Death Star conceptions From jedi mind trips
And I’ll leave you assured My crusade will not yield Until peace is ensured And these wounds have all healed Incurred as the ward Of my muses concealed Now commanding a horde Of the furies revealed I have severed accord With the fates I have sealed I've matured and endured On this life battlefield With this pen as my sword And this pain as my shield For I am the lord Of the words that I wield