The world, why it's whatever you want it to be!
Take a blossom, a flower on life's full risen fancy
To no end would come your fiendish laughter
Perchance a dancer's grace is what you're after?
But come come, there is so much more you could want
Specific codes don't own the rights to your favorite haunts
Glory be to the golden angel, her curls fall in front of her abode
Remain a pace back, for beneath her pretty guise lies a wicked road
Though you surely didn't seek a properous ordinance there
God has lent us the very earthen soil to breathe as air
Yes the world still sits slightly nodding off on her seat
A slight prodding might get you to flee before you she eats
Surely now you didn't think all gold and fortune lies for you?
Ha fool! How aptly blind you have been born too
It's ridiculous to think that life would grant you a sizeable pass
When not even crumbled figures to dust here will last
Be along now, enjoy whatever you find fit to relish in, perhaps clouds or rocks
Because life is teasing you viciously as comes your death box
