Mr. Confusion
I don’t want new followers
I want people around me
Who are flame swallowers
Able to lead themselves
Out of darkness, whenever
The holes they dig get
Way too deep and
They are feeling hallow
Chorus
It’s hard these days for a man
With a vision, to dream big
And see it through to it’s logical
Conclusion, call me Mr. confusion
I listen when I should plug my ears
I watch instead of batting an eye
I laugh so hard I almost begin to cry
When it comes to tears I have no peer
Emptiness has a new name
Him and Mr confusion
They are one and the
Same, how low his aim
