I'm moving your mental feet 

In complex dances and jigs 

I'll loosen up your consciousness 

Like a syrup of figs 

It's time to emerge from camouflage leaves and twigs 

Time to throw the fake noses and fright wigs 

Time to face the music 

No more metaphor 

Time to decide your fate 

Will you be cooked or go raw 

Will you be 

Rare and bloody with your soul exposed 

Or well done  

a charcoal surface with your insides froze 

and do you feel fear 

as you hear  

another door close 

or will you just turn away 

and flow where the wind blows 

and are you still satisfied with the pathways you chose 

or would you like to go back 

and rewrite the old prose 

 

CHORUS 

 

Do you count the flakes 

When it snows 

And can you feel the heat 

or only the afterglows 

Do you count the flakes 

When it snows 

 

Does your life sometimes feel like one big fake orgasm 

A gut reaction 

Instinctive spasm  

in the chasm 

And do your problems metamorphose 

into rubiks cubes 

Keep twisting and turning 

Becoming more confused 

Do you sometimes feel 

like you've been used and abused 

Your not visibly black and blue 

But on the inside bruised 

And does your love life 

leave you feeling kinda bemused 

You've played all the games 

And you're no longer amused 

 

CHORUS  

 

Sometimes it feels like I'm looking through a pain of glass 

I can see your mouth move but can't hear the words 

 

CHORUS