I hold on to beauty If I lose my grip I might fall Wont you understand I didnt Clean out my mind Now witless is everyones goal But one of my senses Left in the night And someone had painted Hope on my shoulder The panic I kept On a shelf out of sight Now, Im not siding with you But theres not much I can do Dont look to hard You might find me Curled up asleep on my floor Oh, I must have been murdered During the night Someone painted around me at dawn But when it comes times To reach out and give I may be a corpse But I know what Im giving So dont over-reach yourself Unless youre prepared to fall Down a mountainside of anger Smear that stuff all over your face But through the confusion I see you Practicing hard at your faith Oh your uniforms muddy But still I can see The arrangement of stars underneath But one of these two Is not on my list We cant expect to explore Without explosion All my ideals were Destroyed in the flood And what use where they anyway? And when the mute get lucid, pray