now i have arrived , no longer in disguise
set up your fire, admire, desire me, worship me
and cry like a baby child.
you see right through me and i see right through you
blind as a bat, sneakily gazing through.
the mirror reflects, such a decent man.
fight, by all means fight. i was burried in the sand.
when you were at sleep, i was at work.
making liquid in your head, sewage to your moon.
pineal gland, third eye awaits. i am your love, hate , sweet pain.
everything in between your name.
in the southern lane, where all the dreams will scatter away.
and sane, just goes insane.