Give him hope

Give him progress

Give him time



Sell him communion

Dream angels telepathy

It's an item

Of appropriate backing

Regardless of enemies



Things are fine beneath your zodiac sign

The dancing monsters

Have all gone home to bed

To find their secret hideaways



If this is the reason

That I have no recall

Each man has his fuss

It's not a thing

You think you can run

But you know you must fall

Ever spiralling down

Afraid forever



It fazes me slightly

It dazes me nightly

But these things won't hurt me

And I feel like a completely different person