I'm an intellectual dead ringer for a living legend.
I'm a carbon copy of strontium 90's greatest fear.
I have come to haunt Los Angeles.

Far from the quiet, supple melodies of freedom and quenching-thirst and
far be it from me to touch you in that special way;
your pedestal has always been outside my reach,
and the glare from the sun has been outstanding,
and the isolation desolate.