(Jabberwock.)

Jabberwock, prince of dreams
In far flung shores and long lost things
In the dark of night come his caresses
Heart's secret horrors are confessed

Lay your sleepy head upon my bed
Cold, long fingers in my head
Sweetest poison, words and lies
Jabberwock without disguise

By the Maypole, dance macabre
Not dead or buried or forgotten
His dead roses crawl like veins
In our hearts we are the same

Jabberwock, the same as we
In nightmare funhouse can be seen
The monsters don't live under beds
The monsters live inside our heads