So here I find myself
Chasing the ghosts of Harry Haller
Through the squalor
Of a desperate day
All by myself
Imprisoned by my wolfish ego
And a hunger for the human buffet
Yes, you’ve been here before
Slamming unopened doors
In the face of anonymous names
Chilled to the bone
Yet still afraid to feel the fire
Though you’re longing to be burned by the flame
But in the midst of life’s theatre
Lies a feeling I feel I must confess
Sometimes I feel like a psycho killer
Under duress, under duress
It’s a brilliant display
Of this game that we play
In this bed that we make
Of a beautiful fate
And the burn rushes in
Sends its blaze through my skin
And these games that we play
Remain the games that we play
But it’s a beautiful sun
Shines light to everyone
As all inmates on death row
Repent their murderous woe
It’s a beautiful life
It’s a beautiful way…
So here I fall again
Treading the depths of Marianas
In pursuit of a brand new Brahman state
Falling deep again
Stand or fall
Hit the wall
It’s a call
That we all
Come to make
Still I don’t understand
Why we all bite the hand
That feeds and makes us whole
Could it be so ingrained
That we’re all entertained
By the torturous pain
Of the soul?
Let me get down to business
And make one thing just perfectly clear
From now on, I’ll dare to look in the mirror
Without any fear,
Without any fear
It’s a brilliant display
Of this game that we play
In this bed that we make
Of a beautiful fate
It’s a beautiful life
It’s a beautiful way…
Keep falling behind myself
Catching up to myself
Running by myself
But in the end
We all must make friends
With the dark…
It’s a beautiful life
It’s a beautiful way
It’s a beautiful start
Of a beautiful day
