I'm a volcano that erupts and corupts when my seduction I conduct,
No I'm not a product
Of your imagination
This existence knows no imitation
Needs no dictation and this be no indication of no rebellion
I'm an apparition in a partition of the brain none that I do is an action done in vain
Perhaps it is forgotten the letters that compose my name
This is a refusal to damnation my actions require no explanation
I'm a thunderstorm in the clouds up above