The soul that once was, the light on demand.
Forgiveness is key, his name is Sam "I am".
The fan that spins, the black hole then swallows.
By the time it hits morning, it's already tomorrow.
A bird, like Swallow, he then tips his crown.
Forever playing the game, what was lost and what was found.
Expound the reasoning behind what was not cheap.
It's hard to be a Grand Dragon, when the soul won't admit defeat.
Sing along, play the games, the scale then rises.
A heyoka like clown, he's full of surprises.
The Winter Triangle is what he reps.
Walking towards heaven, going up the steps.
The case that is made, the Earth in his grip.
The Old World Order looks to the sky after saying, "oh, shit!"
Catalogued all along, sins are his nourishment.
Souls once lost now look to pay rent.