This time,
I wish not to...
The mystic forest is my dwelling.
It's amongst the tall spindles of evergreens...
One day Anger asked his psychologist,
"What am I ?" And the psychologist replied...
There we stood on the prairie
As the sun set that night...
Nothing fools one as
being unable to make...
Mirror Mirror on the wall, you seem to be...
There's a crack going straight down your middle...
The time you speak,
The time you go...
When I grow old and frail
and become lost among the world’s many trails...
Girl, you are a phoenix
They tried to kill you with flame and smoke...
Scribbling down the road,
with steps sharpened by my past...
These weapons are made
with bad intents otherwise...
Static hunger
Gnaws at my bones & tears at my flesh...