Art demands a philosophical madman
The first me
So sadly
She is dead
Three years gone
Dragged by demons down the abyss
Twisted soul with guitar strings
Snapped her neck upon the bridge
But she is my remains
The cradle of my soul
The rot beneath my veins
The graveIcan't let go
Goodbye, my dear first me
The second me
She is twofold
Thedemon's messenger
She is a crazy bitch
She is gentle, she is kind
She kisses softly on your brow
Sings a lullaby so low
She is vicious, she is blood
She severs heads with savage grace
An offering left before the gaze
Of the watching third me
But she is the new me
Crawled from the abyss
She is standing on the corpses
With your spine she forged my scepter
Crowned herself the sovereign master
The third me
She's cold like a machine
She is silent, she is still
She beholds all from above
She commands with iron will
She is the only pair of eyes
The second me dare meet when kneeling
But she is my judge
She guards the first me in her sleep
She tamed the second me beneath
She is the only silent decree
Within this vessel made of grief
The first me sleeps
The second me grows
The third me sees
Three me, the whole me
We are we, we are the crime and the verdict
We are the blade and the wound
I am a subject yet unspoken
A specimen worthy of dissection
Were I a psychologist
I would strap myself upon the chair
With the third me
To examine
With shadowless lamp upon the second me
Investigation pending.......
"What's your name?"
" Lex."