this veritable unknown bad man in the mirror
would likewise beat it behind the mask
ben writhing in pain to feel best of joy
for (i can't make it) another day without billie jean
in this black or white
whirled wide webbed world
whereby hypnosis breaking news
like dangerous butterflies effects
ben tormented thus this earth song
time and again experience ye that doth
give in to me, sans like a loved one
gone to soon
but my spirit does want to heal the world
for tis only human nature
to feel claustrophobic shuttered in the closet
all a jam and smothered
yet...please keep the faith
and keep your head up
for tis much to soon
to erase off the wall memories,
that perhaps one day in your life
pretty young thing
would will remember the time
happiness did roll and rock with you
like a rockin' robin, though now ye rankle
like a stranger in moscow
concluding supposed guardian angels
they do not care about us
minor bit players on the global stage
self reflection finds me wondering
if this is it blinded by unasked for fate
to be blinded in the limelight
haint no thriller
cuz...honestly, i wanna be startin' somethin' fresh
like...paris in springtime
then upon winter of moi descent
into the dimension beyond life
wondering if you will be there.

We all came for the setting of the sun,
Spread amongst the cliffs above the open blue,
Our eyes set on the East and the Western
Wind flowing behind Gia's tide,

Taking a slow-dive into the sea,
Colours were opened produced only by dreams,
We watched it fall into the depths,
and close for its sister, Moon.