I can't keep a straight face and say this is not the end.
Not if you want it. It's upon us, and I wanna say it's sinking in.

If I was hasty, maybe I was rushed along.
I won't move into little boxes and then not get the itch to move on.

So I'll think real slow.
Just remember, yes is yes, and no is no.

Melting prints of grass and snow means I may forget the way to get back home.

You're not the first thing in my life I've loved and lost.
Yeah, I've thought worse things that I might be less inclined to merely just shrug off.

You'll take me home.
Like my family did; my father did. I know.
You'll think real slow.

But don't forget the speed that I can go.

I've been convincing myself that I'm worthwhile.
Because I'm worth what I'll convince myself to be.

I met the devil and I stared her in the eyes.

Her hair had scales like silver serpents.
I, a statue, stood there mesmerized.

I took the fire escape and made it out alive.
Yeah, I still burn from time to time, but I've a healing hand against my side.

Blisters on my feet I walked back home.
Frozen by the sleet; burnt sand and stone.

Nourished back to life by life alone.

With one shake of the mane, regain the throne.