Zen

It's midnight And our silver tongued obsessions come at us out of the dark Scrambling to be recognized before tearing themselves apart It's zen and the art of Bollywood Heroes turning on a spit The lovers unable to resolve a pre-historic bitch

We don't know the half of it Clever is as clever does His drawn lights sparkling on a merry-go-round Hypnotizing everyone on it In zen and the art of forgery, we're losing control of light DeLorian, Picasso, Mondre and El Greco someone's gonna pay the price

If I didn't know you better than that I'd never let you outta my sight Where is the art of sorcery We wanna be fooled again Staggered by deception, charmed into submission Helpless as a deck of cards

It's now the art of reality Calling a spade a spade Chasing the obvious A monkey and his grinder But on a different plane

I see you clearly from day to day As clearly as I see tonight Keep talking, said the slow-eyed Mandarin "I've got nothing to say" Meet me on the staircase on your way down

We'll see if there's been a mistake In zen and the art of algebra There is no value for time Whatever thrives inside the dark Decays on the outside