On the street corner of my mind
There's an apostle playing a harp
He says, “On this soapbox, I've begun to find, there's so 
much peace in my heart.”
In the smoke-filled rooms of my mind
There's a magician eager to start
He said, “I'm here to put the mystery back into death, 
there has never been fear in my heart”
And I'll piss on the walls of organization
Cold stare in the eyes of convention
I still yearn to be the gleam of self-destructive eyes
Singing deathwish blues but still afraid to die
The moon reflecting the sun greets me when I'm out
Urges me to destroy, his friends all know my name
I follow them to the dam holding back a river of ire
He is the key inside of me that sets this world on fire.