Of Kali Ma Calibre

They measure him by his blood-shot eyes
 They measure him by his thick disguise
 Those nights of doubt and loneliness
 Inside the thoughts never rest
 The jest, the pomp and the circumstance
 Won't fill the void nor soothe his sense
 He wears his secret like a cloak
 Truth makes it harder to cope
 By the most enlightened matter
 I'll have your mind in the grip of my hand
 You despise what's on your platter
 Wish for a change, dreams will have bound you
 Make peace with all you ever knew
 Make peace with all you ever do
 Make peace with it all
 I won't let you fall
 Nailed down hope and with fingers crossed
 Pick up the dreams that were nearly lost
 Race for home and trusting
 Arms
 The antic has forsaken the farce
 When they shake him awake again
 Torn from the calm by a judging hand
 The daylight's hard when the mind's not free
 The circle starts over again
 By the most enlightened matter
 I have your mind in the grip of my hand
 All he's done is try to bury
 Fleeing so far from the judge and the jury