It started as a fantasy spun off a lack of vanity
And promised me my sanity like warm satanic sympathy
Stoned and drank through tragedy, unfocused from fake majesty
A college of nostalgia flashing back through acid imagery
The maturation managing constricted in calamity
In questioning humanity the dream became a mystery
The history exposing the illusion of a canopy
To cloth a king from shining on the beauty of our misery
Continued as a goal, a vanity mixed motivation
No more satanic sympathy, just selfish, stubborn fury
From ashes we rise to ashes one fell from premature cremation
The newest rib cut off the limb was crutch-like cast to cure me
The final cut, the holy grail, was within guesstamation
To persevere, i dignify the ones who came before me
Embarking on a train of thought that reaked of revelation
The first to fear, the last to hear, the masses can't ignore me
But just as all the corners meet, a sharpened edge has frayed
And life leaks from the forest that we planted years ago
And now it seems we'd walk the path of dream which he once made
Apparent is the naked truth in heart we fear to know
And yes i felt his passion and it's running through my veins
And yes i feel his wisdom and i've taken it to grow
And yes i feel his honor and his dignity and pain
And no, i'll never lose the love he never failed to show
But this is life and this is pain i'll die a cultured man
The mourning of a hero brings the morning of assurance
And i'll never mourn commraderie this brotherhood will stand
In absolute, it's nothing less than fuel for resurgence
To finish off the dream i know his character demands
To transform into brutal strength emotion that is nervous
And carry out the fortune and the passion in his plans
To let them know the man beneath the phenom that will surface.
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