I heard a word that they paint mirrors on their face
And soon forget that they reflect but don’t create
I heard that birds were drawn to peck at such charades
And I’d put money on your struggles to relate

Those who find themselves acclaimed
Go to God to get renamed
It took one God seven days to go insane

You never know, you could surprise us all in time
Who’ll ever know if it was you that caused the crime?
I know a rose that only cares to bloom at night
It’s that more lovely than the ones who seek the light

You crawled across a crowded room
To get your picture with the bloom
Something rare but it’s not theirs to entertain

I predict that this affliction lasts for life
I suspect that you’ll regret your lust for light
I suggest that you address your appetite
For to be seen to cast your beam across the night

You crawled across a crowded room
To get your picture with the bloom
You plucked and called it by your name
I’ve seen good men go insane before they’d call a rose
By any other name