A Ritual Mask

A ritual mask
up on the wall
furnishes his surroundings
that he thinks that's all

A ritual mask
its power still strong
a memento of his travel
that he got for a song

He got it for a song

It was the song of centures, undisturbed
it was the song of secrets and power words
it was the song of the culture, not grown immune
to the virus of progress, to the depth of the tune

The ritual mask
the evil eye
inhabits his appartment
inhabits his mind

The song of vengeance, the song of a debt repaid
the song of justice, the song of a heaven's day
the song of culture as old as the hills
(that it's uneasy to live a hole like a snake or how to kill)

The ritual mask
It won't take long
before he finds out the bargain
has turned out dreadfully wrong

Oh, he got it for a song

Critical Mass

The Moebius Loop

Indicision and uncertainty
catch you now as they never have before
How come you didn't recognize
the revolving door?
Oh, you're gonna take sides
on the checkered floor

It used to be so easy
You saw everything in black and white
but when you lost track of all the moves you'd made
you lost faith in wrong and right

It doesn't seem conceivable
look what's handing in your hands
Oh, is it a trick of comprehension
or a master plan?

Oh, a change in your perspective
from the gutter now used to
How come you didn't recognize
the fiery room
How you're gonna take sides

Now you're on the moebius loop

An Endless Breath

In Slow Time

My Pulse

The Bells! The Bells!