This piece is called; The Inner Eye, in it, Pinkamena faces off against her own insanity. This version includes the first stanza.
 
The Inner Eye:  
^{by: The CLaUD:}
 
Here in the land of madness; place where beauty doesn’t die,  
Faced with my inner demons, gaze averted from the sky,  
He sits above as I retreat, and knows my every lie,  
Watched over by my own damn inner eye.
 
Here in the land of hatred, where I stop to wonder why,  
And, faced with all my choices, there I fight the urge to cry,  
For up above He’s always there, no matter what I try,  
Watched over by my judging inner eye.
 
Here in the land of ancients, O’ so hot and flat and dry,  
I wonder, O’, what use there is, in trying to be shy,  
If He shall always witness me, despite how fast I fly,  
Watched over by my prying inner eye.
 
Here in the land of madness; place where beauty comes to die,  
My demons faced, my gaze upturned, defiant towards the sky,  
I look above, He looks to me, I speak my every lie,  
And I stare down my own damn inner eye.