Art hands,
Man oh man how I enjoy these art hands...

History is a nasty bathroom stall,
And I'm just looking to put...

Because slowly sinking is this sleuth searching...
What lies above the line, and who's standing by...

I have the world in my hand.
I repeat it...

I see the clouds in the sky before I notice it's...
I take everything as false until it is proven...

He first started acting shady,
When he got involved with the ladies...

I am writing this before my slumber
Takes the thoughts and turns them into a reality...

Church Castles,
Succulent lands...

Explain to me this dream;
An angel sits upon a stone wall...

Packing up my shirts,
The ones I wore to the party...

Tears begin to accumulate like clouds,
Onto the crowds of this pathetic show...

They've got my legacy all wrong.
I'm mis-represented...