I can feel your gaze upon me,
when I close my eyes,
when I look around,
and you know immediately,
when I'm feeling down.
How did I get so lucky,
I ask myself,
as I pick another book
up from the bookshelf.
I meet you there,
at Theo's bar,
and I see his Queen,
in all her might and glare.
I go by the library and I'm stopped in my tracks,
hey look it's the Silly Goose,
asking for my library pass,
so I show her the keys,
and she gives me the usual sass.
But whenever I walk in to say hi to our dog,
in that Blue Artist's messy room,
I find her sitting on the bed,
she's holding his head on her lap,
"oh snap--"
a doodle,
written in pencil,
a sketch of his crown jewel,
you can tell she's special.
I follow the garden,
that grass so green,
until it turns to hot pavement,
and it leads me to his basement.
Down the stairs I follow,
that smell of burnt toast,
the charred corpse,
waiting there in the shadows,
until I turn the light on,
and reveal the scene,
no more green,
just tar,
and in the middle there lies a jar,
what's inside one cannot believe,
but trust me when I say,
what's inside is a flower,
rotten as he,
and beautiful as she.
I could stop by the Office,
always remember to knock on the door,
say hello to the Doctor,
grabbing a bottle and being ready to pour,
it would be rude to deny,
so grab a glass and share a laugh,
as he stares at her photo on his desk,
sitting in between decanter and carafe,
tales of her beauty, very Romanesque.
when I close my eyes,
when I look around,
and you know immediately,
when I'm feeling down.
How did I get so lucky,
I ask myself,
as I pick another book
up from the bookshelf.
I meet you there,
at Theo's bar,
and I see his Queen,
in all her might and glare.
I go by the library and I'm stopped in my tracks,
hey look it's the Silly Goose,
asking for my library pass,
so I show her the keys,
and she gives me the usual sass.
But whenever I walk in to say hi to our dog,
in that Blue Artist's messy room,
I find her sitting on the bed,
she's holding his head on her lap,
"oh snap--"
a doodle,
written in pencil,
a sketch of his crown jewel,
you can tell she's special.
I follow the garden,
that grass so green,
until it turns to hot pavement,
and it leads me to his basement.
Down the stairs I follow,
that smell of burnt toast,
the charred corpse,
waiting there in the shadows,
until I turn the light on,
and reveal the scene,
no more green,
just tar,
and in the middle there lies a jar,
what's inside one cannot believe,
but trust me when I say,
what's inside is a flower,
rotten as he,
and beautiful as she.
I could stop by the Office,
always remember to knock on the door,
say hello to the Doctor,
grabbing a bottle and being ready to pour,
it would be rude to deny,
so grab a glass and share a laugh,
as he stares at her photo on his desk,
sitting in between decanter and carafe,
tales of her beauty, very Romanesque.
Now let's enter the Theater,
follow me please,
but watch where you step,
you must walk with ease,
there are eyes behind us,
above us and to the sides,
hidden in every chair,
they belong to their Maiden,
so Fair.
So take a seat and enjoy
the performance and applaud,
today's play will depict her as
Helen of Troy.
Because like the Twins,
she's both Comedy and Tragedy,
a most serene but powerful alchemy.
Exit after the encore,
follow the red carpet,
it will lead you outside,
as it changes into gravel and then turns into sand,
take off your shoes,
we've reached new land.
We're on the Island now,
X marks the spot,
so follow his map to find his treasure,
a most exhilarating pleasure.
You have guessed it,
there she sits,
on a throne made of sand and coffee,
the treasure? Her body.
She motions for you to get closer,
until you smell that aroma,
"hey there, my sweet Mocha."
Before you can touch her,
she turns to dust,
and now you've found yourself inside an hourglass.
It takes you through a portal,
and you arrive at the Pyramids,
this is no place for a mortal.
Start ascending up the stairs,
you'll reach the top,
and enter the Museum of Wars.
White chalk dust covered walls,
welcome to Seker's Temple,
as high as the Niagara Falls.
Many statues fill the room,
so walk beside me,
let's reach the tomb,
in there he sleeps,
and sometimes weeps,
a call to Sehkmet,
and so the lioness leaps.
Don't dare take your eyes off her gaze,
she protects the tomb,
she'll throw you in the maze,
if you bring nothing but gloom.
Bring her an offering,
and she'll let you pass,
forward down,
to Osiris' underpass.
Here you will arrive at Pharaoh's Temple,
where he sits next to that fierce Queen,
pure royalty and sarcasm in between.
Rip your eyes out, leave them on the scale,
if they're lighter than a feather,
you'll be granted passage,
to search for Rojo's Holy Grail.
Because once you enter that jungle,
set ablaze with his rage,
you'll understand why you need to switch eyes,
to see red.
Between the fire and flame,
you'll find her walking,
my, what a dame!
She's untouchable, she's not tame,
she's ready to fight and to maim.
And to each side, two lions follow,
red teeth, ready to swallow.
She's a Goddess among men,
welcome to Rojo's Jungle,
don't forget to visit again.
In a blink of an eye we move on,
towards the Labyrinth,
where there lies someone withdrawn.
A majestic bull of a man,
with strength to topple a war.
Just follow the breadcrumbs and he won't find you,
because if he does,
you're through.
follow me please,
but watch where you step,
you must walk with ease,
there are eyes behind us,
above us and to the sides,
hidden in every chair,
they belong to their Maiden,
so Fair.
So take a seat and enjoy
the performance and applaud,
today's play will depict her as
Helen of Troy.
Because like the Twins,
she's both Comedy and Tragedy,
a most serene but powerful alchemy.
Exit after the encore,
follow the red carpet,
it will lead you outside,
as it changes into gravel and then turns into sand,
take off your shoes,
we've reached new land.
We're on the Island now,
X marks the spot,
so follow his map to find his treasure,
a most exhilarating pleasure.
You have guessed it,
there she sits,
on a throne made of sand and coffee,
the treasure? Her body.
She motions for you to get closer,
until you smell that aroma,
"hey there, my sweet Mocha."
Before you can touch her,
she turns to dust,
and now you've found yourself inside an hourglass.
It takes you through a portal,
and you arrive at the Pyramids,
this is no place for a mortal.
Start ascending up the stairs,
you'll reach the top,
and enter the Museum of Wars.
White chalk dust covered walls,
welcome to Seker's Temple,
as high as the Niagara Falls.
Many statues fill the room,
so walk beside me,
let's reach the tomb,
in there he sleeps,
and sometimes weeps,
a call to Sehkmet,
and so the lioness leaps.
Don't dare take your eyes off her gaze,
she protects the tomb,
she'll throw you in the maze,
if you bring nothing but gloom.
Bring her an offering,
and she'll let you pass,
forward down,
to Osiris' underpass.
Here you will arrive at Pharaoh's Temple,
where he sits next to that fierce Queen,
pure royalty and sarcasm in between.
Rip your eyes out, leave them on the scale,
if they're lighter than a feather,
you'll be granted passage,
to search for Rojo's Holy Grail.
Because once you enter that jungle,
set ablaze with his rage,
you'll understand why you need to switch eyes,
to see red.
Between the fire and flame,
you'll find her walking,
my, what a dame!
She's untouchable, she's not tame,
she's ready to fight and to maim.
And to each side, two lions follow,
red teeth, ready to swallow.
She's a Goddess among men,
welcome to Rojo's Jungle,
don't forget to visit again.
In a blink of an eye we move on,
towards the Labyrinth,
where there lies someone withdrawn.
A majestic bull of a man,
with strength to topple a war.
Just follow the breadcrumbs and he won't find you,
because if he does,
you're through.
Now we've reached the end of the line,
to visit Sister would be a crime.
Because her story is not mine to tell,
just like yours, my Daisy,
that is something I will make sure as hell,
so other people never forget,
that if you go anywhere near her,
I'll end you--but that is no threat.
It is but a promise,
from me and my character set.
to visit Sister would be a crime.
Because her story is not mine to tell,
just like yours, my Daisy,
that is something I will make sure as hell,
so other people never forget,
that if you go anywhere near her,
I'll end you--but that is no threat.
It is but a promise,
from me and my character set.
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