The feeling crawls on my ripped skin just like
a serene and aching lizard,
longing for love,
craving for control,
making it hard for me to
shut the door...
Lose that weight upon your shoulders,
light the cigarette from the sun,
feel the cold-blooded creature
which makes me awake the unborn
he floats like a god,an infinite soul
with limited clothing to covers his
sad painting,shallow hypocrisy
by untrained and impure minds...
He shall not rot as long as
lips keep the fire burning
on love's pyre:
He's the Lizard King,
he can do anything!