Perils and prizes
Face you past the crossing roads
Unglamorous surprises
Troubling your mind's abode
Half a thousand eyes
Pay tribute to a pile of ash
Wear your glad disguise
Even though nobody asked
Just a minor judgement
A simple mind adjustment
The architect has lost his mind
A home that he had not designed
It isn't quite absurd
Once you've seen what I have seen
No longer the obscene
No need to intervene
Stop running with the herd
And you'll find yourself disturbed
Somewhere in between
What is heard and what is seen
What a scene
Silent contemplation
Confronting your mortality
A needless stipulation
Death was mere formality
Half a thousand eyes
Pay tribute to a pile of ash
Wear your glad disguise
Even though nobody asked
Just a minor judgement
A simple mind adjustment
The architect has lost his mind
A home that he had not designed
It isn't quite absurd
Once you've seen what I have seen
No longer the obscene
No need to intervene
Stop running with the herd
And you'll find yourself disturbed
Somewhere in between
What is heard and what is seen
What a scene
What a scene
