My head is spinning like I’m on my way to Oz. Can’t go to a place that’s not real, not there never was. You’re called by the pull of my lyrical creating. You want me to save your life, or is it mine for the taking? Do you fear what it is I may be, what I may offer? Mental immortality. Claws drawn, flash of fang, I’m such a tease. To let you think yourself one of the lesser breed. Soon on your knees you will come crawling to me. “End my suffering!” you will cry! Only then will I finally open your eyes.
