Isolate essence ecstatically   Assess malevolent capacity   Perfect an inverted perfidy   Affect an atavism   Bring out the worst in me   Friends seem afraid   Neighbors just curse at me   Hurling aspersions   At my church of perversity   Finding faces in a blackness   Fathom form in the abyss   This vision’s chaos of color   Is a collision of bane and bliss   That’s not the real sun   I’m not the real one   It’s not the real sun   I’m not the real one