As you look through my window. Deep into my room. At the tapestries all faded. Their vague and distant glories. Concealed in the gloom. The icy fingers of forgotten passions. Softly brushing my lips. At the tips of my primitive soul. As you look through my door. Deep into my room. Can you feel the mighty wall of power. It's waiting waiting in the gloom. The distant shadows of forgotten champions. Those who live in me still. And will rise when we challenge and kill. Born again. You'll be born again. Look at this prince of evil. Fighting for your mind. Fighting all the priests of shame. For the thrust of my challenge is aimed. At the hearts of mutant gods. who think we're all the same. They're controlling our minds. And they use us for fortune and fame. As you look through my window. Deep into my room. At your future and freedom. The grey and plastic retards all floating in circles. And as you taste the fruits of new sensations. Softly brushing your lips. As we rise when we challenge and kill. Born again. You'll be born again. If you want to be king for a day. Just do what I say. Everybody's got to think like a hunter. Just search for your prey. Be alive through the night and the day. Just do it my way