My king, I’m humbled before you, I bow.
Moods like you are pulled by the moonlight, somehow.
How is the language we’re speaking the same?
Shapeshifter, have you discovered a change?
Your eyes, they swell like a riot, deranged.
Tomorrow you’re laughing like a child again.
Why does the soul hallucinate?
I’ve got control, I shift my shape.
If flesh and bone do not contain, the mirrors don’t reflect my face.
Psycho, you killer, you cancer, my friend.
Why won’t you give me an answer for when?
When you’ll let it go?