You should be afraid of me
Most people are
I'm a monster of emotions and broken parts
Don't try to piece me back it's not worth the struggle
I'm in the land of lost toys hiding neath the rubble
I'll come out some day when I'm good and ready
But not yet sweet child for these delusions are heavy

Hanging from the noose is my poor soul
Don't come up or you be pulled into my cold
Dark hands reaching for the surface
But the water is murky and your face a blur
I'll find you sometime when my eyesight is clear
But not yet sweet child for I'm not one to endear

Rings at the alter I'm swaying to the music
My sins I have bore will soon make me lose it
I lie and I love and I dream and indulge
But nothing is worth your soul I engulfe
One day I'll be strong and speak the right lines
But not yet sweet child I need to go for a ride