Lyrics

You obtain a seed, and lo and behold there's a tree A cognitive seed conceived, that to me is poetry Still the psychological gallows swings as the raven sings Nevertheless, Lenore is nevermore, there for all to see Once upon a midsummers midnight dream so dreary A poetic codex of demons is pondered, a literary query A black crystal, translucent, while my face drips blood o' so teary Of course, nothing is what it appears to be, but still it appears to me Indeed, trapped in a cognitive dissonance, so fragile with impotence As the clock strikes 13, the scene dissolves to dusty wisps of innocence A synthesis of wickedness, the mischievous incubus, infamous for indolence An asynchronous experience, everywhere but nowhere, teeming with omnipotence A crescent of candles surrounds a cloaked silhouette Seated next to a row of bones around a rusty coronet Whispering prayers backwards, chanting death's sobriquet Then, accompanied by pale moonlight, performs the devil's minuet Is this the habitual ritual to achieve the immaculate poem? Is there some kind of spoken incantation or a miraculous omen? Is there some kind of enchanted amulet or is it all some kind of maculate hokum? No, for the greatest way to show them is to simply ponder a poem