So you saw no one? There was no one there. So you did see no one.

With opprobrious sense,

simulating to the shadows,

of your locked kicked-in heart,

My lost sense of moral turpitude,

strains on your mind,

amphibologie's run a muck in our whirlwind love,

no such luck with an equivocation's save,

you spit in my eye,

slap the lithium laced tonic from my hand,

you'll take lead on this political charge,

spearheading the shock treatments I'll soon need,

as they propagandize my Lhasa Apso against me,

but my immovability will prove to best your best attempts.
So as the arms on the clock grow tired,

telling you the time,

you'll scream for it to shut up,

but they'll be nights when you'll hear her,

tick tock,

tick tock,

no escaping father time.

And I'll use my arms,

to bear arms

and strike you down,

light a lighting bug in a thunder storm.