oh i have a desire of pale blues to ensnare
what would you have me do. i cant get tired
pluck the legs of spiders the ones that read our fate
the third dimension is far away from my mind
the gate is enclosed in the hope i'll find my blonde haired demon
the sparkly lights the frozen lakes the codes all to be cracked
the sign of dressed wounds to be healed in due course
the powers that drain us are held at the source
forget me nots are blue like ice and water, the eyes turn red
apparently the demonstration was held yesterday, so where was i
fighting for love, for my life from within a coma
the pirate chick was there and she told me of fishermen
theses men of blue tidal water they all became kings
the power they held could lead our fate astray
did i mention i was the demon doing good in this world
the balance of the world turned upside down by desire
the feroscity killed the water and it transformed all the birds
but the fishermen kept me swinging through fishnets and pink rupees
while the goading pirate chick forced her will upon the arches
high high high above us the golden arches swing for a terrace
but the terrace is in blazing sunlight and are singed by the touch
pirate chick fighting. fishermen floating and me in the two thirds left
without a grace and memory of events and understanding
who knew that what happens next is we see into ourselves
the enemies could not forsee such fortune in the manipulative braves
so i stand on pride rock all ablazed in glorious notions
the freedom of chaos and the speed of ascent will rise so lonely
but loneliness and love and heart break and power are just a state of mind
