In a house full of mirrors

With spiders of ambiance

Dancing in shadows

The rabbits may all run

Scared to their burrows

And the nuts may all be

Locked up by squirrels,

Watching the torturous grins

Of fate and her merries

As your mind rides swiftly

Over the ocean

Carried by zepplins

All tattered and torn

If you'd've had the keys

The doors would be open,

But here at the parkside

The rides are all closed

The seats are all closed

The seats are worn out

And the Devil knows,

The stands you have taken

And the chances you've risked

If you've done what's right

By a personal motion,

Sit by and watch

As the knights come upon you

Or stand up and fight

To see if they harm you

Scared little loonies

Locked in your cages

Are the walls so thick

They can hold you for ages?

Step from the light

And get into the night

Where you need not

Your eyes to guide you

Shattered and stricken

With disease and hatred

Torn from the womb

When you were still naked

Covered in blood

as you step off the street

How was your lunch?

Did you eat any meat?

Have you feasted at all

On the souls all around you?

Or do you run from the dogs

While the police still hound you?