from a crooked cottage on the hill,nI can see tomorrow's rainnrumble through destiny,ndown a Sleepy Hollow lanenif we're all merely playersnin a play on this great stagenthe problem is the script writersnain't on the same pagennI echo through the mountainnwhen I'm singing in the airnfrom my lab,na lad with lavish lyrics,nliving in his lairnnI just write in my haven,nset the challenge so to speaknrecite it to my ravennlike Edgar Allan Poe-trynI've been serving gems,nwith a thin swerving penntranscribe the worldnI see through a Tim Burton lensnto the grim certain end,nthese rebels stay proudnhear the levels way loudnat the Devil's Playgroundnnfrom my tower at sunset,nI watch all the mislednslow motion,nhuman lemmingsnrunning to the cliff's edgenwith this said,nlet's get free from their graspn'cause there's no pathnto peace ya'll,npeace is the pathnnso i chill under the arcticnwith my mellow cup of teanand broadcast transmissionsnfrom my Yellow SubmarinenI've been trekking this trailnsince the earth was bornnI sail my Black Pearlnthrough this world's Perfect Stormnit's like nnsee every nightnthrough my eyes is a windownI watch life pass bynlike the wind blowsnand when I turn from my mirrornthat's my intronto step into this lifenwith my mic and some inspi...rationnplease forgive menfor my sins thoughnwhen I'm alone in the darknleft in limbonI light a thoughtnlike the spark to my Indonforever put it downnfor my art and my kinfolknnI'm a field full of flowers,nI'm 'a bring it back by dinnernI'm the skill,nI'm the powernI'm a silverback gorillanyou steal a caterpillar,nthinking your killer raps are illernso while you beefnI'm fishing, writing, chillingnby the rivernnso let me introduce younto my castle of calligraphynthe lights are on,nwe're all at home,nwe march to a new symphonynthat Mad Hatternof that motion musicnwhose liquid lyricismnleaves the oceans moonlitnso my pirate ship can set sailnthrough the sun, rain, snow or hailn'cause there's something 'bout to happennlike there's something in the windnon a quest without a vestnlike I'm Huckleberry Finnnnso call me that booknwith a spectacular twistn'cause even Hogwartsnain't seen magic like thisnsee I'm that author in the addictnthat'll liberate the mindnwith a bird's eye viewntrying to illustrate time,nI was born readynnsee every nightnthrough my eyes is a windownI watch life pass bynlike the wind blowsnand when I turn from my mirrornthat's my intronto step into this lifenwith my mic and some inspi...rationnplease forgive menfor my sins thoughnwhen I'm alone in the darknleft in limbonI light a thoughtnlike the spark to my Indonforever put it downnfor my art and my kinfolk