On the street corner of my mind
There's an apostle playing a harp
He says, "On this soapbox, I've begun to find, there's so much peace in my heart."
In the smoke-filled rooms of my mind
There's a magician eager to start
He said, "I'm here to put the mystery back into d**h, there has never been fear in my heart"
And I'll piss on the walls of organization
Cold stare in the eyes of convention
I still yearn to be the gleam of self-destructive eyes
Singing d**hwish blues but still afraid to die
The moon reflecting the sun greets me when I'm out
Urges me to destroy, his friends all know my name
I follow them to the dam holding back a river of ire
He is the key inside of me that sets this world on fire