Quizmaster

I hold on to beauty
If I lose my grip I might fall
Won't you understand I didn't clean out my mind
Now witless is everyone's goal
But one of my senses left in the night
And someone had painted hope on my shoulder
The panic I kept on a shelf out of sight
Now, I'm left siding with you
But there's not much I can do

Don't look too hard, you might find me
Curled up asleep on my floor
Oh, I must have been murdered during the night
Someone painted around me at dawn
But when it comes time to reach out and give
I may be a corpse but I know what I'm giving
So don't overreach yourself unless you're prepared to fall
Down a mountainside of anger
Smear that stuff all over your face
Whoa whoa

But through the confusion, I see you
Practicing hard at your faith
Oh, your uniform's muddy but still I can see
The arrangement of stars underneath
But one of these two is not on my list
We can't expect to explore without explosion
All my ideals were destroyed in the flood
And what use where they anyway?
And when the mute get lucid, pray
Whoa whoa