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