Billy the invisible side spirit
Billy the invisible side spirit,
declares his rightful truth.
And if you choose to doubt him,
he'll burn your eyes with proof.
I know you won't believe him.
Fly fast down Frankie Lane.
You'll see how far that gets you,
when all your hopes are slain.
The proper games of many names
pass through his open hand,
while thunder breaks the swollen sound
runs through this trembling land.
He's there, our Jolly Jenkins,
hand grips the shaky knife.
He let's hang loose his scarlet bag
of everlasting strife
the days of furry ghosts,
cries loud that ancient mariner,
his tears misdiagnosed.
He walks along the corridor
of common misconceptions,
the blankest stairs of former heights
wrap tight around his actions.
My heart, he cries, he brawls and crawls
through light blue caustic blood.
It's then he'll grab your garment hem
and drag it through the mud.