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