Quizmaster

I hold on to beauty

If I lose my grip

I might fall

Won't you understand I didn't

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, I'm not siding with you

But there's not much I can do

Don't 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 I'm giving

So don't over-reach yourself

Unless you're 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 uniform's muddy

But still I can see

The arrangement of stars underneath

But one of these two

Is not on my list

We can't 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