I was a favoured son so mercurial A child doted on with materials All the stars fell into position Above a kind of living hell so unrepentant I'm not the average kind I couldn't fall back on a lie I'd cut off the tongue that told it There was a monster here before behind the curtains It almost k**ed me once of that I'm certain It appears in many forms and situations And leads me to believe I was mistaken I'm not the average kind Spinning free in space and time How I wish your eyes beheld it Rein it in