Fantasy

Ever escalating is the writer in his fantasy cage
As noble and dramatic as junkie trapped on stage
Barred as the patient waiting neural spell
Strong as my affection like a child's dream in a wishing well

Fried like a prophet's hold of control
Unsure of things like how refuges are consoled
Rotted like an eye's mystery unraveled
Endless like the earth the wind has traveled

And you could let it go
And pilot away from tyranny
And you could change
Escape into the free
It ain't good enough for you
Nothing's good enough for you

Concrete as the plastic on the harlot's face
Celestial like the angels of outer space
Overwhelming as deepness of your thirst
Fresh as the infant whose spirit is nursed

And you could let it go
And pilot away from tyranny
And you could change
Escape into the free
It ain't good enough for you
Nothing's good enough for you

Blessed like a killer on the day of his doom
Eternal like the god buried in his tomb
Determined like a beast from the wild
As pure as the evil of a child

And you could let it go
And pilot away from tyranny
And you could change
Escape into the free
But it ain't good enough for you
There's nothing's good enough for you