Sleep my Prince
Sweet marmalade dreams
Sleep my only Son

Fate decided
You’ll be guided
In a foreign land…

Sleep my baby
Of paper and clay
My Creator’s Son
Partly God and Partly Puppet
You’re the Chosen One

He shall cross the gates of worlds
to the Human land…

Why should I go to that world?

This dark pit your brilliance will eat
Freak you will be called

while…

Earth will praise you
Embrace you
Treat you like a God!!!