He is an introverted infant, but just listen
You can hear him contemplating what the world had yet to give him
Staring straight into the iris of the eye of the storm
He knows no fears, other than that of the moment that he was born
Imagine silence, so total and complete
Can’t even nod your hairy noggin to the heart’s beat
Then harsh heat invades your tender, hollow organs
That are no longer dependent on mother’s board to support them
And then a note struck his cords
It wasn’t the sweetest voice, but one day it’d become a lion’s roar
King of antiquated zoo-ocracies
Trapped in a jungle where the monkeys fling their shit at high velocity
Yo, check the viscosity
Onto his brain latched an idea, once thought abandoned by the emperor and his cavalry
But of its own volition there’s a horse who found the lake
Didn’t need you there to lead him, why force him for goodness’ sake
If we refuse to risk the fall across the narrow pass
We lose such precious sand, as the moments fall from the hourglass
Never to see their shining son
The final hope of the line of blood that wished to see this fucking kingdom come
But he was not informed of this prior to his cognition
So why must he endure the competition
So many princes seek his throne which was his prize before he was old enough to know
That he must now uptake this noble mission
Read his future written on horizon lines
Trying to find the proper punctuation to end his wicked life’s foul sentence
Because he cannot restrain the imagination warring in his brain
You see that beast is simply too relentless
His is a simple song, played without any scales
Just a wooden spoon he banged upon his mother’s pots and pales
Who would have thought that’s what the masses wanted to hear
This warrior now welcomed home, having fought in battles for years
You can listen to his story as it’s whistled by the wind
But now that all the fighting’s done, where’s the new ruler to begin
He starts building his castle with one brick and then another
As he carves truth into the blank slates of fathers and mothers
The times are itching for some change
Because the headlines have grown boring, every day it seems that they all read the same
A catalog of misery and woe
Typing the casualties along the same lines as the latest reality show
Ain’t it a shame how our realities turn fantasy
When fantasy is how all our realities start
Why should his dream seem to be one of insanity
Who knows what’s really lying in the dark
If he was never to embark upon a search for a diamond road
He’d never have discovered the lost city of gold
So let him journey off the edge of the most perilous cliff
If it’s his aim to flee the flesh, well then he’s certain not to miss
And at the end of the flight, when the movie’s finally over
We all must thank the captain for not losing his composure
Because that tale’s wind blew our plane of existence off its course
He found the fabled string tying my existence to yours
Once was an enemy of the state of mind, developed
By a tyrant, whose shadow, dark, froze the whole world, enveloped
In a sinister epiphany, implanted in the wrinkles
Of the pink and squishy paperweight that sends the faulty signals
To the messengers, killed for losing something in translation
Because he cannot pass his test without the proper information
So his scouts are trying to find the missing link to this chain of events
That has resulted in another human slain
Sure, it’s an arduous task
But the angels tip their halos, honoring he who has finally snatched the mask
From off the face of adversity, immersed in his assumption