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