Mind's eye, concubine; grab a knife and shot the sky
pots of pies, through trials and tribulations..i've had lots of try's
meditate to heaven's gates, pre-meditate on cakes and ice cream
the decorative luxury suite decor was the icying on the cake
slicing through a fake..finest ballad..to the ballad of the clouds in skies
proud of cry's, frolic through days with astounding light
monarchy of the century, blizzard flurry's of wind gusts sail boats
for when the ball dropped on the balancing beam..we'd hail boats
symmetry king blessing a ring, frolic in luxury lingerie
for when the mouth of a leper, builds peppers; i paved the way
devils are my saving grace, use holy water to bathe my face
for i am the hero of a prophet's philosopher; to save the day
golden hands touch a fortress of light, well in rescend
for my destiny is to fly with the bird's and ascend..