Carry me back to a space in time before I was Rime
Rewind my mind until I find the seventh sign
Blind - I'm twice removed from the fifth element for the hell of it
Study my unique genome through this poem as I roam
On this plane of existence with weakened resistance
With thoughts swelling my brain with the persistence of existence
Pounding drum beats through my soul
Beating my essence into linguistics

Now I speak in the tongues of reluctant prophets of truth and wisdom
Thoughts flow from my third eye down my cerebral system
The Grim Reaper stood before me
And I embraced and kissed him
As I barely missed him

So now my opportunity for a dignified egress escapes me
Demons hold me down
While Satan rapes me
Mr. Sandman brought me a dream in the form of this nightmare
Took me to new places
But I'd already been there
And done my share

Now I swear on a six pack of Bibles
And build a case of lies
And developed blinding cataracts
In all three eyes
Yet I can still see the future
And predict my past
Because I ate of the Tree of Life
To break my fast
At last I am free
And you still can't see the real me
How can that be?