It all starts off with an old dead friend,
I'm slitting my wrists by the end.
Or maybe...I could blow off my head.
This blood....it drips down into a boiling pit of sorrow,
Then we go on a trip, but the sorrow still follows.
Mean, barking dogs like angry, shouting men, ya, i think they're all alike,
And inside me, what lurks in my dusty, unused den...an empire...a tower, filled with spite.
He loved me best, now he loves you more,
He saw my heart and my voice he ignored.
It's all mysterious, freaky & wild,
Full of dreams gone unseen, the future and my outer child.
Around here, nothing is how it may seem,
Because everythings' twisted in my rainbow colored dream.