The doorkeeper shakes your handShoots you a small glance
He's on your side now
Ready with his skeleton key
That opens up bodies and finds their bones
Your body is a mere vessel and you're stuck behind the controls
Your make and model you never chose
Most are sufficient
The mind is you, thick and thin
That's the center of ageless sin
For nobody has the power that you possess
Right and wrong are merely a test of minds that know nothing in between
The shades of gray are defining
But don't wait around for the silver lining
That's the hope of fools
Your cloud is lined with whatever color you damn well please
Because it's your sky and your clouds and your palette
Ask around, do they see?
Have they the thought to become me?
