[JBKlyde]

Here we go again,
In the realm of pretend,
Grin to a friend,
And FLow with the wind,
THis paradox of mirrors,
Has got no end,
If you want to get out,
You got to bend,
LIght into the darkness,
And Create No sin,
It's the Ultimate blend,
And it's time to begin,
I'm going to rise to the top,
But there's no up in space,
THem boys so high,
Are trying to disgrace,
My Name,
If it's all the same
I don't PLay that Game,
Down in the dungen,
were all insane,
don't need fame,
don't need fourtune,
grap some scraps,
from the table,
I'll take my portion,
going light speed,
that's what I'm forceing,
my thoughts,
My words,
ON to this screen,
eat a bean you feen,
I'm not mean I'm green,
LIke that grass you smoke,
LIke a taste artichope.
asked to compromise,
I'll say nope,
I just hope,
you understand the law of,
this land,
don't plan on your,
ERection,
When it breaks down,
it's just a randumb selection.