Sangtekst: Elevate: I Am. The Ghost Eclipse Sessions. More Ironic Than Alanis.

If I took some time to think about the hydra in me
A nine headed monster for those who aren't Greek
I'd see one staring not liking what he sees
The other 8 trying to drop the guillotine
But 9 survive and still One needs them to feed
So he pretends not to see the famine the others bring
Will love decapitate this beast and send him to the deep
I still can't believe

The organ man got bit by his monkey again
The charmer feels a little poison in his hand
And if the whale jumps one more ring again
Someone just might lose their head
A puppeteer hung by Pinocchio's thread
A holy man of the front page full of sin
And if the Philly goes around the track again
The jockeys play horse shoes in the sand

And so I write poetic tragedies
How do you swallow love without an active tongue
It's just a contradicting melody
I've never had the voice but I can hear the song

Well I've heard there's a Hale-Bopp coming for me
So grab your white kicks and some punch to drink
We gather bonded by a belief
in higher being that will set us free
I believe the cults in me
They can't prescribe me, there's no denying me
I've been up in the stars searching for heavens gate

The organ man got bit by his monkey again
The charmer feels a little poison in his hand
And if the whale jumps one more ring again
Someone just might lose their head
A puppeteer hung by Pinocchio's thread
A holy man of the front page full of sin
And if the Philly goes around the track again
The jockeys play horse shoes in the sand

And so I write poetic tragedies
How do you swallow love without an active tongue
It's just a contradicting melody
I've never had the voice but I can hear the song

What the fuck has my ego done?
I play numb the perfect camouflage

The organ man got bit by his monkey again
The charmer feels a little poison in his hand
And if the whale jumps one more ring again
Someone just might lose their head
A puppeteer hung by Pinocchio's thread
A holy man of the front page full of sin
And if the Philly goes around the track again
The jockeys play horse shoes in the sand

I'm torn, I'm your ACL
So torn, 'cause love is hell
I live the dream, I live in dreams
I'm torn, I can't wait for signs
So torn, 'cause love takes time
I live the dream, I live in dreams