Many bodies on the road that wearys.
Uncautious fools.
Step lively little child, for the claws that grasp are many.

Wanton pleasures at the house on the hill.
Red and blue, bruised peach flesh.
Stripes upon tarnished windows.
The stairs are rotten.

Build a bridge now little man.
With your mind then with your hands.
Lift her up, make it straight.
Don't fall.

Layered are the words we speak.
Don't let them confuse.
Just listen and obey.
Said the Other.

Make my own mind up I will.
Travel forward under your own steem.
Don't stress, don't fret.
We are all unclean.
Time is relative to the outside observer.
Eyes open, we see the universe turn.
Wheels upon wheels, never ending.
Let us dance together.

Through the shadowline of this day and the next.
Traveling without moving on this marbled world.
Feet in quicktime, sliding through the never.
When will this torment end?

Blurred orbits around blazing suns.
Lines drawn in the sand.
Which side are you on?

Take the torch, light the truth.
Beg the sky the ground the air.
You good sir, are full of flair.
Let your wings unfold.

Soar with me. Captive in my chair.
In solace and solitude, we sit together.
Drawn apart within our own minds.
The matrix is real.
All are slaves to the danse macabre.