Windows to the soul I'm told,
or mirrors of your own.
You've gotta look inside,
to see,
if ya find somethin ya like.
Somethin in there,
all aglow,
that whispers to your heart.
Somethin shiny,
that sparkles just for you.
That vibrates,
on your frequency.
In sync with the rhythm,
of the drummer that you march to.
So tell me,
as you swim there in my eyes,
treading my neurosi,
do you like all that you see?
Can you get down
with the freakness,
that makes me only me.