F the Doors Open

I am he who says goodnight. Don't take me for a label. At least I'm from a time when thought, Use portents undue fable. Vuck doors and rules to hide lyrics lying for a sadist, Lest the sense of selves perchance; employ spells of'n alchemist. I invoke the inner man. I invoke to see that who wants for we. Gather us, from we you'll be, And carry such until we're free. I invoke the word of man, Laughing at such laze. Pretended by a lack of can, To be without my gaze. Round about the cauldron go, The trumper sure to ever know. Gasp for breath and ask for why, This stunt d'serves 'nother try.