Trapped and wandering in astral mist,
Watching shadows, gibbering noise,
And though I try to make things clearer
I can't make this world any clearer
When I already see right through everyone
Every culture believes in something more
Numbers and signs and spirits and beasts
A unicorn is the symbol magic
But what is magic?
Is it science seen through different eyes
And different souls?
A symbol of love, too; they say that a
Tender maiden can soothe them
For otherwise they can be fierce
In fact, no beast is as fierce
For their horns are like steel
And their will is iron
But what if a unicorn has fallen in love
With the only maiden to soothe him,
And he is trapped amid the madness?
Is it the world, or his own madness?
And how can he know?
And the maiden is where the beast
Cannot reach her, and he despairs
And falls into anger and rage;
Really pain, masked by rage.
And what can he do?
What can anyone do?
Simple; he rips his own heart out and
Offers it to the tender m