Quizmaster

Lyrics for Quizmaster

I hold onto beauty If I lose my grip I might fall Won't you understand I didn't clean up my mind? Now witless is everyone's goal But one of my senses left in the night Someone had painted hope on my shoulder The panic I kept on a shelf by the side Now I'm not siding with you But there's not much I can do Don't look too hard, you might find me Curled up asleep on my floor Oh, I must have been murdered during the night Someone painted around me at dawn But when it comes time to reach out and give I may be a corpse but I know what I'm giving So don't overreach yourself, lest prepare to fall Down a mountainside of anger Spilling stuff all over your face, woah-woah-oh Through the confusion I see you Practising hard at your faith Oh, your uniform's muddy but still I can see The arrangements of stars underneath But one of these two is not on my list We can't expect to explore without explosion All my ideals were destroyed in the flood And what use were they anyway When the mute get lucid they, woah-woah-oh