It's a hard old job
to see through this fog
On a day like this
When the path is so long
And crowded
Oh so Crowded
with lobotomised mystics
Running in the anyways
Anyway away
Away anyway

And I
I can't beat them
I still have a brain
And a warm beating heart
With disgusting hope
Oh evil hope
That hasn't yet been wished away
By a dead end prayer
I think
This time my friend
it's you that's being lied to

And you with your searchlight
Trying to catch it
Through this pointless pointless pit
It's a lose lose
So please
stop and think
Just stop for one small second
If not for me then just for yourself
You may be looking for those ones
Those eyes you seek  
But they're half dead
And won't answer you
They don't even know
they're own name
Let alone yours

So when you're ready
for the mist to clear
And the sun to come out
For a fine old day
Well it's up to you
It's your own novel
And only you can turn the page