1. Your doubts are rubbing off on me, A pronoun in this space In place of light & love & lot's o' laughs Until I'm clawing at my face 2. You speak your high so splendidly, So peacefully you glide Mystique in you is what you seek; there is no humanity inside 3. With the crowd you bob along, You should know I lead. Armies try and armies fail To get to watch me bleed
