I was thinking about IT.

I was thinking about it,
a nasty castle in the air
a lotus tree to purify,
a hammer dazzling in the light.
Blue eye shadow on a mountain of grieve
the outlines bittersweet and cynical.

I was thinking about IT.
A young daughter dancing for the King,
a slaughter in the night,
desire through uncertainty
invisible praying beyond the walls,
corruption in a man of steel.

I was thinking about it,
the main switch in the hands
of the living dead.