Pygmalion's Dream

They were telling me stories and making demands
Till I picked up a pen with my own hand
Flipped the script, turned a page, and wrote
It's my turn now, gimme that
While everybody's out dancing in a burning town
I stay up in the ivory tower
Been meaning to write my thoughts down
Experts stimulate us with simulated creation
Attention gets stolen without compensation
So, I sip my tea and siphon information
Sifting grams of truth from kilotons of fiction
Not doing this for fame, love's been my dedication
Made a promise and burned myself at the stake
Mistake? Only the best mistake ever made
Fortune's fool found his Juliet, leading the brand new me to accept fate
While the rest fought off plague, having silly parades during commercial breaks
I ignored judgment looking for gates of horn through headaches and body shakes
They think I'm a clueless joker, well, joke's on them
I'm a wild card, my own dealer, and the ace of spades
I'm honest, see through the nonsense, shame on the Hague
Feudal estates pricking heels of newborns, faith just as bad as the face of first aid
A masquerade of blind rattlesnakes whipping themselves into amorphous shape
Could be the second coming to their frantic holey crusades
But I'll let them eat their almond candies and ash cakes
I'm not hanging here for long and I'm not here for them
Just trying to save the Day, then the martyr's gone
I'm already outta this world but don't get me wrong
Been awake for too long, really need a break, so heaven can wait
Pilgrim simply awaits the moon launch, writing last words in the shade
Hope you come along and that it won't be too late

You don't see me but I see you
And, the worst case, you won't see me again
But don't be afraid, I still will be there for you

I've never been like most, never been a part of the herd
I never listened, but I paid attention and I always heard
I always did what I thought was best, regardless of obstacles and cost
I couldn't choose ignorant bliss
Was blind but felt the heat and fire licking my feet
If you never refine yourself always blindly believing you are a lion
You won't notice when the lights go off and all you are left with is but a lie
If miracles don't exist, then I shouldn't be alive
But not only do I still breathe, I write my own canto
Chose to stay castaway than waste time in cafes
And haven't slept till I turned into Dante
Sacrificed chardonnay, the games people play, and even ice cream sundaes
Felt like a 108-year-old man before my friends celebrated their 18th birthdays
Too much left unsaid and just as much left to say
I learned the hard way,
It took a while but now I'm light-years away
Before I couldn't open eyes, today my vision is X-ray
I know more than the whole damn CIA
They could be my protege
I didn't get lost in translation, don't need any scarlet lady
I wear purple robe, been feeling like a fortune teller lately
I've crawled out of hell, ripped my chest open, climbed out from the void within
Now I'm the one eye above the pyramid, I walk above land
Your home is a planet, mine is a plane
Heard girls are into bad guys
Never thought I'd end up the worst and the best all at once
No one still gets it, but I've already won

This is a direct broadcast of real medieval witchcraft
Heretic channeling the power of God
An outcast discovering new lands inside my allegorical spacecraft
It's not a regular mainstream cash grab
It's a fireblast out of time for the days of future past
Original or not, It's not any common fluff
I'm the truth cause I had a golden codex nailed to my tongue with a hot iron rod
I'm the motto from Coat of arms of Belfast
There's no religious mummery, yet these words come directly from God
Call it what you want: God, good, gold, Lord, Megazord
Call him the phantom in my limbs
Call me the phantom's metonym
People want to have great power
But the cup of responsibility stays dry and the mug of indifference
Keeps getting filled to the brim
Blinded by desire for control they never wonder what God sees in his dream
When trying to portray him they always fail
Cause instead of being gods, they merely play

Current meaning of love is but murky lust
Currency for mundane transactions
Passion turns into past
Affection became a mere attraction
Fascism is the latest fashion
Nation's founded on a basis of a fairytale
Fiction for foundation
Legions of snakes grow faster than the rate of inflation
Apples filled with opinions grow in sullen opium garden
Maybe it's a bargain to be part of the federation
Maybe my observation is indication of my unrealistic expectations
Maybe my reaction is driven by hallucination
But something tells me most are aware of mental global degradation
And it's not a speculation nor a shocking revelation
Pitiful pieties prevail in a pit of the present
Emotions immured in numbing grey lotions
Murmurous somnambulant voices expel batty locutions
Motion drowns in blue oceans of lethargic potions