While the holocaust rages around you,
Be the eye of the storm:
Though the extent of disaster astounds you.
Forearmed os forewarned.
You may have passed time in happier ways
But there are other mountains to climb:
You've never lived as you're livivng today -
Now is the time.

Stand straight though your back breaks from trying,
Walk on - even now you must strive.
Don't wait; while you're waiting, you're dying.
Be strong - it's your place to survive.

The universe is doubtless unfolding
Just exactly as it should
And these dreams of remorse or foreboding
Won't do you any good.
The joy, the passion, possessions you own,
The bitterness and the pain,
The end of everything you've ever known -
All these are ordained.

Stand straight looking into the future,
Walk on - we've each got our own lives.
Don't wait for a guru or tutor,
Be strong - it's your place to survive.
Stand straight looking over you shoulder,
Walk on; thought it hurts, you're alive
Don't wait - if you wait it's all over:
Be strong - it's your place to survive.

So he tells all his problems to his friends and relations,
Exposes his neuroses to their view.
They accept as fact
Every masochistic mumble of his act;
How could they know what was false and what was true?

Sometimes whe he wakes
He feels he's walked into a dream
But all it takes
To remind him things are what they seem
Is the belief
The the man behind the mask can really dance.
Pirouetting smile
He sees himself cavorting.
Pierrot for awhile
Before aborting
To find relief
In the shelter of the dark, most telling mask.

After all the pantomimes are ended
He peels all the make-up off his face
To reveal beneath
The tears running all down his cheeks:
Alone, he opens to the world... but it's much too late.
He's been left, in the end, without a face.

If only I could phrase satisfactory words
In conversation to make my passion heard...
If only...

Meurglys III, he's my friend,
The only one that I can trust
To let it be without pretence
- there's no-one else.
It's killing me, but in the end
There's no-one else I know is true;
There's none in all the masks of men.
There's nothing else
But my guitar...
I suppose he'll have to do.

Talking in tongues is easy when you know how,
Quite pleasing, but still nothing works out right.
Pressurised lungs, heart bleeding, you'd better slow down
And show that you can make it through the night.
However dark it seems, the present is just the present,
Beyond it no further darkness lies concealed
And through these desperate dreams,
This longing for friends and comfort
You know that in the end all will be revealed.
When no more plants or dogs or rooms are there
To hear you
And no-one is left near you, then you'll see:
In the end there's only you and Meurglys III
And this is just what you chose to be,
Fool!

Though I know all this is just escape,
I run because I don't know where the prison lies.
In songs like this I can bear the weight...
I'm running still
I shall until
One day I hope that I'll arive.

Wait - there's something unclear,
There's something I fear now drawing close.
Could it be you? Whose is that voice?
Is it now time to make a choice?
Ah - that irrational pain!
This ridiculous brain now bursts with joy.
Could it be me? Could it be now?
Should I begin to make my vows?

I will return;
As I live, as I breathe, as I burn
I swear I will come through
With my hands stretching out in the dark,
With my eye pressed up tight to the glass,
Wondering if it's all been true.