When I bust my ghosts,
there is no one to call

My radiant will accomplishes:
look mom, look…

But only I see,
only I am here

I, fool to my exes,
exile to my freinds

on edge of society

I shall run the borders of this town,
declare myself protector

Say, ‘you don’t see…
but the Great God Pan lives’

And were I less selfish,
i would sleep on forest floor and be sacrifice to bears, mountain lions, rodents

Say, ‘now you see…
The great god Pan is dead’

For I am he,
satyr, martyr, brother, son, lover

whose magic they do not see

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