"In Love with the hold, upon my Soul."

If I'm accused of anything then let
it be of my own originality because
I've embraced my totality and
cherish it like a dying breath and if
I could offer words for my eulogy
then let them be put to the test
cause they'll stand the test of time

They're mine and mine alone...

To have and to hold like willing
participants in a Pagans wedding

Forgive my begging but consider
where my soul comes from

From the corridors of anguish where
not a single one of my daemons, I
would vanquish...

They've fought to have this place in
my soul and I wouldn't let them
relinquish their hard-earned control

And let it go, let it go, no
Don't call a priest, there's no need for
an exorcism here

Each and every one of these unclean
spirits, I endear

But perspective is in the eye of the
beholder so don't offer me your
shoulder to cry upon since I have no
tears of repentance to shed for a
single one of all the daemons that
make up the, "Legion," that possess
me

Schizophrenic, no...
Multiple-personality disorder, no...

All of these entities, believe I in and
implore in, now and again


And let it go, let it go, no
Don't call a priest, there's no need for
an exorcism here

Each and every one of these unclean
spirits, I endear

But perspective is in the eye of the
beholder so don't offer me your
shoulder to cry upon since I have no
tears of repentance to shed for a
single one of all the daemons that
make up the, "Legion," that possess
me