Like ink in clear water i can see the disease of dark clouds
As hatred builds all around......and my enemys.....
who were friends of me begin to unshroud
My possesions build like a kingly estate my gaments of silken cloth
Waxen candles burn the shadows on the walls reflecting my thoughts
I stand alone a rich man who can not buy campanionship
Who can trust none so is left as one in abondonment
Personal banishment.......
those i dont know love me more then themselves
But its not love of me......
but for who i am.......and love is not returned by my cold wealth
My name is known on the tongues of strangers
But i live in constant danger so i stand in dark rooms with my anger
Who loves me and who loves who i am?
Who loves the man i am and who just loves THE MAN that i am?
Diamonds and pearls reflect the loss of light in my irises
As i sucumb to sickness and viruses of mental silences
Soon i see things as they are but not as they are
And i trap myself in a mental prison hanging from bars
THEY DONT LOVE ME THEY WANT WHAT I HAVE AND THEY CANT HAVE IT!!
So i stay inside as my skin pales my eyes becoming rabid
I curse my fans who tell me to stop cuz im gifted
But the drugs help to calm me............... im not addicted!
They are my medicine to help me cure this inflicted sickness!
Theres nothing left to do im dieing inside so i pray
But who can hear me if im GOD?
Thats what i belive and most of my fans say

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