Hand me the sceptre, the wand, and feel the sting of that thing
To grasp, its right there just a little further
And I I reach out my arm and I know I can touch it but yet
Still it hovers there just of reach

Hand me the sceptre, the wand, and feel the sting of that thing
As it burns through the body and chars the soul with an emblem so deep
And it now it is a part of me this thing that I wanted
The pain and the burn and the moment

I am no longer empty but full of determination

Hand me the sceptre, the wand, and feel the sting of the thing
That is tamed by my mind and quiets down now to a soft buzzing glow
And I hold it in my hand now so small and ask why

and it whispers, so solemnly and sweetly:

Because you could.