There is a murderous phyco in all off us when we deny love,

There is an angel in everyone, touched by god above,

Waiting to be reborn, in another shape or form,

Nature, chained waiting for release,

Burning the past, for a future release,

 

November cold, wood on the fire,

Waiting for my love, to take me higher,

We are all dying, in some shape or form,

Be will me baby, play the horn,

 

Ill play guitar and sit and write,

Toy can do whatever the hell you want,

It is your right.