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 everyone's 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 left siding with you But there's not much I can do Don't look too 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 time to reach out and give I may be a corpse but I know what I'm giving So don't overreach yourself unless you're prepared to fall Down a mountainside of anger Smear that stuff all over your face Whoa whoa 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 Whoa whoa