Steer The Course

We were toiling in the middle ground, the dirt up to our knees

Building on a burial mound, but feeling quite at ease

And every layer stood upon, The one that came before

The circumstances (...)raining down, and bouncing off the floor

Climb the walls, jump the moat, call the dogs, sink the boat

Lock the chains, shut the doors, flick the switch, (tie the horse)

Deck the halls, write the note, drain the bogs, bleed the goat

Light the flame, mop the floors, burn the witch, steer the course!

You were dancing with a demagogue, while pulling up your sleeves

A Shadowboxing underdog, trying to break free

You fit the form and bent to shape, you live in ancient time

You fit the form, and bent to shape, you are what's in your mind