Everything around me seems so fake:
And my life was the plan.
Yet strange my mind was tickled so,
Yet strange my mind was tickled so,
The pig flew up in the air.
The man in brown soon brought him down,
But nobody seemed to care.
Wishes and dreams, like fairytales,
Are never more than they seem.
There once was a girl who wandered
Among the path of darkness.
She had gone astray of the lighted way,
And a rose had bloomed of Sanity.
She came across a building which lured her
Inside to eat of its bread,
To drink its wine, oh so divine,
As another died of Chastise.
Off per sum caput capitas.