Boiling Boy

Gifts of the west winds, dark and deep
In secret sunsets, spaces creepLock up your hats, lock up your hatsProgress with a vision to practice with at home
A schism with an ism to practice with at home
Collision with decision to practice with at homeLock up your hats, lock up your hatsHe transfered his soul to his imagination
His atoms were excited and he glowed in the dark
The boiling boy was a victim of confusion
But he had the advantage of a cold start heartLock up your hats, lock up your hatsLock up your hats, lock up your hatsLock up your hats, lock up your hats