Wisdom himself, a genius
Lizard king I call him.
Came from Venice beach,
Breaking through the other side,
making disorder
the lizard king's legacy will never be over

An astonishing brain, filled of ideas.
Love and Hate, Freedom and death
Smart as a philosopher, a modern poet
Who abhors being a money owner.
His aim, to deliver people, ideas
of what we see and what we feel

A charismatic frontmen, king of rock
Opening the doors of perception.
Splending voice, beautiful.
Not like a bird singing.
More intensive, with a meaning
that keep us believing

You can't Control Him,
He halts the orgazined social order
Making peace with his own authority.
Reaching the mental through the physical
he seems totally insane, but,
Why do we have to understand?

Now, sleeping he is in the mystery gardens
Some says he died from a heart attack,
other's theory: overdose, vodoo, dark magic
and all king of scandal to make his deaht a riddle
My belief, he is alive inside of my heart
being my inspiration to write about

It is four in the morning
I'm hearing his music, I remember and miss
the magnificent Lizard King
His passion is music and poetry.
He is a poet,
He is the leader of the Doors

Now falling sleep, my eyes are closing
I hear a voice, it it nos my dad
Is Jim
Jim Morrison, I hear
"I am the Lizard King,
I CAN DO ANYTHING!"