Keeping the Demons as Bay

Smashing a candelabra made of glass

Speaking in tongues in a cloud of tear gas

Undue vibrations in a midnight mass

You think you're rich but you have no class,

Take a short glance in the mirror

Disaster is always getting nearer

How could reality be any clearer?

The drop off is getting a bit sheerer,

Anarchy and chaos beckon you

Can’t help it, that’s your point of view

Maybe you need an exorcist right on cue

Just as spring emerges from winter anew,

I’m waiting on the curtain of night

The shadows will summon the starlight

Peace should arrive without a fight

When all logic has been vanquished from sight,

Now I’m waiting for the dawn to come about

Just trying to figure this world out

Hoping the sky will come into view

So that I can forget about you,

Unfinished business is like an open grave

Like oblivious peasants who’ve been enslaved

Remembering your body I once craved

I just now dodged a close shave,

What’s the meaning of life you may ask?

The paradoxical mysteries to unmask

The mundane and menial tasks

Drinking Doctor Jekyll’s formula from a flask,

Finding truth from an extraterrestrial sphere

Now everything you believed is unclear

You just stepped into the zone of fear

Do you see that undeveloped primate in the mirror?

Self-realization a step away

Don’t forget you were formed from clay

The pain you caused to your dismay

Just keeping the demons at bay,

Your flowing hair and your smooth skin

Never knew what kind of trouble I’d be in

It seems that memory is such a sin

Like those tears that run down your chin.