The way you must find So you stop to read the signs Don't be alarmed by the riddles It's just the language of the middle

 

Let the locusts fly Let the fires rise Pay no heed to the glaring, mischievous eyes

 

Silently calling Afraid of falling And never looking round Uncertain backing Clearly lacking And drowning in the sound

 

See the man with the grinning face that never smiles He's been watching you back all the while And thinking thoughts that are just a little sideways

 

Here comes the parade In torrential rain, Just to soothe the commoners The possessed and insane

 

Their stomachs are gnawing They're ready for clawing If I linger long I'll be butcher's bait In the Ziddle's hands Is your fate!

 

What a feature This odd little creature Whose efforts appear so vain There's things he can't find Inside of his mind That used to make him sane

 

He has a three-sided dance that's all the rage It looks like it's in reverse But that's just because You can't see things from his perspective

 

Through a wintry scene I flee A murky hollow looms ahead of me Down I slip and tumble Torn and bruised I lay humble Am I lost forevermore In this dark world

 

Now I only walk the lonely way Where all is sadness How dearly I'd love to pray Yet all is madness

 

But I'm realizing I've walk this road before Could it be I'm only dreaming And nothing more And if this is indeed merely a nightmare Then I'm the sole creator of the Ziddle's lair Thus will I end his evil world And a sure pathway home I will unfurl

 

Down, down, down That dark road I went just to see Just to see Down, down that dark road I've ceased to be me Yet a light I can see It's growing close Searching for me How I long to be free Free at last! Good morning sunshine!