i crosseth the void beyond the mind
the exsufflicate space yond circles timeth
i seeth wh’re oth’rs stumble blindeth
to seeketh a sooth those gents nev’r findeth
et’rnal wisdom is mine own guideth
i am the doct’r

through cosmic wasteth mine own timeth ship flies
to gust the secret source of life
a presence science can’t deny
exists within, outside, behind
the latitude of human minds
i am the doct’r

mine own voyage dissects the course of timeth
“who knoweth?,” thee sayeth
but art thee right?
who is’t searches deep to findeth the lighteth
yond glows so darkly in the night
toward yond pointeth i guideth mine own flight

as fing’rs moveth to endeth mankind
metallic teeth beginneth their grindeth
with sw’rd of sooth i turneth to square
the satanic pow’rs ever there
is thy faith bef’re thy mind?
knoweth me
am i the doct’r?