loves her dollhouse livin?
  Armani-armoured silver-stallion saints
  flock around their prize
  high flying producer Day-child trembling
  Spahn-ranch rain-king dancing
  and the wheel turns
  for the Manchild is arissen

  omnipothead,killer-god
  on the bus ,that buzz
  to never,never,never-ever land
  too much runny paint to make sense,
  too honest liars to eye
  Lancelot is choking on the rosemary
  only looking back & back & back
  back to where the babies blood paint doors ;
  teenage Guinevere is no more

  ?you can?t kill me ,I?m already dead
  you can?t catch me,I?ve already fled
  you can?t free me , I?m already free
  and I?ll change your destiny.
  trust in me-
  I?ll change your destiny!?

  sonic teenage Guinevere (x4