Roderick

In the west wing

The rattle of chains begins

Moonlight streaming into

The turreted rooms windows

Oh dear Lord Roderick is loose

Who do you think you are

Coming up with changes trying to re-arrange things

Who do you think you are

Your cold detached sobriety

Comes to pierce illusion's reverie

Can't you see that you're not wanted

Who do you think you are

You gatecrash situations looking for confrontation

Who do you think you are

Just an uninvited stranger not allowed

To table but you try

Like in Poe's Raven

With boon or craven

I'd like nothing more

Than you darken my doorstep

Nevermore

Carpe diem carpe noctum

Sunt amissa inventi sumas

Sunt amissa inventi sumas

Sunt amissa inventi sumas

We are lost we are found

We are fearless and all around

We are scared of ourselves

With a mirror that's our fate

We are lost

We are lost

We are found