Alone in paloozas and balloons and gimmicks and kitsch
Through the feedback to bash yourself
For mimicking it
If this doesn't mean a thing, the muse elemental
I'll stand as your pillar, 'cause I'm no temple
Sable shades from every age
Torch of the oracle, not today
I'll lay at the alter and pray with the offering
Atoning palookas and buffoons, the images stick
On the grandstand you lash the belt
Just singin' 'em this
If this doesn't mean a thing, the muse elemental
I'll stand as your pillar, 'cause I'm no temple
Viscera and all the carnage
Rippling the tide
Kiss them to recall the sirens
The wannabes and idols say to take things slow
'Til you procrastinate
Another reason never to be so sure
When forms seem so fortunate
Identity about the only thing you know
Sable shades from every age
Torch of the oracle, not today
I'll slay at the alter and pay with the offering
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