hidden deep inside the corner
where reality's a sham
a boy recites the memories
of his friend the mad man.

"the jackal laughs in riddles
so you'll surely loose your way
there can only be one hero."
is what the lunatic would say.
"The silence is drowned by reverb
that leaves these moments set in stone,
as the moon quakes & trembles
and the stars shake & moan
The night leaves us dayless
trying to catch us by surprise
but will answer all our questions
when man meets his demise.
We're the faux pas of religion
another lost & broken tie
there's no such thing as Heaven
for those of us that die.
There's only Earthly rotting
as we're absorbed into the womb
to be recycled and re-used
then born again too soon."