Diablo Swing Orchestra
Of Kali Ma Calibre
They measure him by his blood-shot eyesThey measure him by his thick disguiseThose nights of doubt and lonelinessInside the thoughts never restThe jest, the pomp and the circumstanceWon't fill the void nor soothe his senseHe wears his secret like a cloakTruth makes it harder to copeBy the most enlightened matterI'll have your mind in the grip of my handYou despise what's on your platterWish for a change, dreams will have bound youMake peace with all you ever knewMake peace with all you ever doMake peace with it allI won't let you fallNailed down hope and with fingers crossedPick up the dreams that were nearly lostRace for home and trusting armsThe antic has forsaken the farceWhen they shake him awake againSongtexteTorn from the calm by a judging handThe daylight's hard when the mind's not freeThe circle starts over againBy the most enlightened matterI have your mind in the grip of my handAll he's done is try to buryFleeing so far from the judge and the jury
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