He I Is Am Me He

I toss away my sheets
And I open my eyes
My mind's surprised 
Like Dunsinane
I've lost my brain
I've lost my name
But it's still the same
As the floating head in the corner
See
He knows something that I don't see
He understands He I is am me He
And he passes this little bit of knowledge to me
Through the magic of conversation.


A blue-bronze head with a hood and a face
That scream that he's not of the human race
He's from a far off land where most everyone's free
A far off land that speaks only of strength
And he passes this little bit of strength to me
Through some magic, merging Himself with me
And through some magic learning it's okay to be me
And through some magic learning He I is am me He.