Now I’m not so certain but chaos tips the weight
The world’s spinning out of phase
All the fractured factions grind their edges to the bone
Their setting order in its place
This is just a little song for me
I’m just poking round to see what I can see
While all the other sectors of my soul
Bide their time and scheme their way into my dreams
I need an upgrade for my soul
I want to feel the feelings of a being that is whole
I’ll learn to speak in imagry
And then my words will mean most anything
And in this part I’ll ply my wit
But it won’t mean a thing
It’s just a little something I quickly jotted down
To add to the harmony
Chaos is a virtue but routine pays the bills
The moon is rising and the air is very still
Load up the wagons we’re heading for the hills
While in the distance the music slowly builds