Shadows play their games
and his brain sits in a cave
aware of the source of the light
that shines upon the back of his head
He goes through the motions of machinery
Copy of a smile for his family
Typical automatic insanity
He says, "Oh, my god. Nobody move."
Shadows play their games
and his brain sits in a cave
aware of the source of the light
that shines upon the back of his head
He erases faces from his photographs
and criticizes those who beg him to relax
He encounters outer dark with a laugh
"I wanna meet your God. Nobody move."
Shadows play their games
and his brain sits in a cave
aware of the source of the light
that shines upon the back of his head
He confesses secrets to the mad man
visions of television dreamland
where violet violence is in demand
"Separater sold my god. Nobody move."