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