standing in the corner with the prophets and the losers
things seemed a little clearer over there
but i'm back here in the middle just like everybody chooses
forsaking truth without a fucking care
and the centre holds no answers to the questions no-one asks
but its music and its colours fill my head
and i'm dancing with the children of the pleasant and the chosen
and we'll feast on cake and laugh until we're dead.
tanja stark 2000
