Come -
let the waves come crashing around --
the tide draw me out.
Let me drown in the false promises and
oh, those so lovely days, with the
petal's sunshine and the whippy cones.
Let the
rebel, without a pulse, take me from
this place.
Your fasinations don't amuse me ---
Neither your power, or so vindicious worlds.
You give me pleasure and no feeling
all at once.
Take me to a land of
dreams and happy bunnies;
Mr Rebel. Can I call you that?
