I live in sin washed clean
I live in the eye of chaos
                      Serene.

I live in desire controlled.
I live in hell, every demon owned.
I am the mother, God of my world.
I am the daughter, Suffered to sore.


We are the sons of man in this shadow box.
We Shepard eachother not sheep or goats in flocks.

What if i told you, God was not perfect.
Just perfectly alive.
What If I said no matter what you believed
You could never truly die.

See I know something a little
about the back of my head
and I know something, actually nothing
about being dead...

My mind works fabulously,
even though its delusional
and you couldn't tell me anything
even if you could prove it all.