Glory In Itself

Tipping on the thunder
Of a paradigm
Soaking on the thread
Of a nursery rhyme
Oh my a dandy indeed
Oh my a dandy indeed

With a shiver of mint or rotten hay
Worthy only of rancor
Thy light and shed thy light
Ooh how it posses me
Glory in itself, anyone and anyone
But the self
Glory in itself, anyone and anyone else

Oh my a dandy indeed
Oh my a dandy indeed
Cunning on the tip toes of a leash
Ooh, the carnal and boyish
My time is already spent
Thru juvenile thoughtlessness

I've seen it with my eyes
I felt it with my hands
Ooh it was merely a sight
When you came down to me
When you came