They gave him a mystery source
To grow from
And all his dreaming went wild
In a way

`Brethren of mine, don't you agree
That now it's time to gather round,
To feel like us instead of I,
Leave a little fear
Contact click-clack, click-clack
Contact click-clack, click-clack
Contact click-clack, click-clack'

They gave him the gift of bleeding
today pain,
And all his creations went wild
In a way

`Understand now: your world is on fire,
I feel our fear, I see our hate
But soon I'll pass next freedom-gate,
You can come too:
Sky is blue!'

Mirror Mission rock'n'roll star,
Compass blade cut rollers on
Muse-like guitar ear-tearing jar
Willing to wound you to wex
Twisting your riddling question-machine
Proving you all that you are is in scheme.    

They gave him the leave-like death
To lean on,
And...