Early Morning Mantra - Subterranean Masquerade

Welcome back to this world

In it birds sing their early morning mantra

Babies cry alarming notes

A high-paced tempo of that’s the way I want

Washing those dirty hands, before it starts

Before we’re going on this lonesome search

Endless race, pleased to meet you

Welcome to the masquerade

Join me as we walk down this great bazaar

Strange scents and smoke blurred with dreams of somewhere far

Caught me spinning 'round and 'round

Now stop it, let me out!

In my ribcage a rusty clock, and time is ticking a melody of twisted notes

Time to go… Time to go

Words mean nothing in this world, play the game before everything that’s real

is lost

Time to go… Time to go

A heavy weight, a thick huge net, a trap, a prison of masks with legs

Better be going on a trip, no one knows what one can see

Welcome, to the carnival of the dysfunctional and the disturbed

Enjoy it;

be careful not to lose your head

Explore it;

there will be no right or wrong

And when the music’s over, you will be coming back for more