Mixed up Human, chemical imbalance.
Build a tree or plant a Zen romance.
Tip the scales and put it back in your hands.
Roll a paper, then just sit back and relax.
Something bubbles in the undergrowth.
Pledge alliance, swear an oath.
Light a wish and watch it burn in a flash.
Imagine something along the lines of abracadabra!
Make a thought and bury your head in the sand.
Give future generations a cryptic master plan.
Plant a bomb of inspiration in their mind.
Find your way past, all their conscience mines.
Let it simmer, until the time is right.
Then play a muse, locked in a pantomime.
Cause the room to be engulfed in flames,
Of your true passion for a better way.
Burn the ambitions, of the jealous babes in wolves clothing;
For they will turn each pure thought, into acid rain.
They offer salvation and bring an early grave.
The Femme Fatale; The Idol,
Is the only one who can bring peace to our world today.
Memories, memorial.
They still cause us so much trouble.
But with a dose of electric love,
These balls of nerves could turn out to be good.
But no, I’m wrong.
Because my destiny is in the hands of a rebel punk!
Of drink and drugs!
Who has no hope of ever finding love.
But Vlad’s Dragon Tooth,
Has been released from my spine.
I can walk out of the darkness
And give thanks to the sun shine.
Given up for ghost, the tears became premature;
Until I ran out of the darkness to greet you my saviour.
As I embrace you, I crumble to dust;
One night after one bite,
My life’s breath has breathed its last.
