I dreamed a dream , inside the dream
It seemed to say , 1 more hit for one more day , heavenly maiden with devil like beauty , lay out your evil insnare the mind , so I can unleash the beast that sleeps inside , awake from this creative slumber to walk the hall and fantasize ****** , join my hand , witness the Christ the raptured being , from a golden cloud with life's hidden meaning , cancel my subscription to the resurrection , send my credentials to the house of detention , watch the alcoholic Navajo shaman fuel my soul , awake lizard king from your coffin of gold , Paris is where you lay while light my fire resounds on the surface above . My music lives on although I do not . Skin rots to wood , wood rots to earth , earth grows to trees , trees are cut to make the pencil , pencil writes these words taken directly from your creative soul , the lizard king is dead , so i am told