Her Sect

I keep on thinking

You were always fascinated with flying

Yet it never occurred on your mind

That the world was naturally unkind

That these challenges are not bizarre

Unlike a wish that was granted by a shooting star

He'll give it eternally

To know who's not or who's like Colonel Lee

You've been so good on being a plaster saint

I still think you're gone 'cause you're a haint

And not because you're weak to still believe

That somewhere someday, a hope will be conceived

Come here now and be my lullaby

Together let us hush that distant cry

For even I have gotten all the clue

I would still choose you over Mötley Crüe