(In The) Black Room; The Tower

I was thinking about thinking
But it really didn't get me very far
So I thought I'd throw a Tarot
But I only got the Priestess and the Star
There's a shadow cast between the future and the past
The room and I agree to buy some time
The cards don't tell truth nor lies
Only options and cusp lines
The furniture in the black room.

I've been thinking about acid
But, it seems, there's not a reason to believe
I don't make a vital breakthrough
And it walks me like a dog upon a lead
It's all unreal and, the way I feel
I'd like to try and make it on my own
Going to the feelies is fine
I really have me a good pleasure cruise
But, deep in my mind
I'm no better or worse, just open to the walls
Paint peels in the black of my room.

I'm only talking about myself, ordering the treasure shelf
Documenting these present feelings as the future sets me reeling
What i'll be is what I am
I'm simply trying not to sham or fake
Use vision as sense and not as crutch!
It doesn't matter all that much
Whatever happens we'll all survive
I'm only trying not to pawn my life.

When I'm (maybe) old and strait-laced
Shall I then deny all that I feel?
In words of bitter compromise
Re-smelt the wrath that's in my eyes like steel?
Be a hermit then?
Or be a miser?
Be a man who hasn't managed yet to write his rules?
The Fool?
The future holds my hand in the room.

Well, then, my ghosts shall steer down through the years
And lay a hand upon my soul
Like ice.

The Tower

So: onto the familiar top steps!
In cloud-scud moonlight glow
The Tower reels
I, the blind man
Feeling for a path I know...
Don't you know that I'm only feeling for how to feel?

Rats run
Snakes coil
Fathers
Stare out at the whispering night
Rub mud on their arms.

Spiders
Mud boils
Children
Whimper in the human vortex
Faces glow of worms.

THUNDER
Silence
Omens....

I think it's coming
All signs are very near, all signs are that
Pain shall come
And change shall run
Down through my heart
And shake my knees
And now it is coming
All around is the humming
Of the World.

Too late, with my balance gone
Dead-eyed doll
I'm falling, falling
Back to where I began.

(In the) Black Room… continued

I'm feeling like a kid again
I'm feeling like I just walked in the door
And with my head on fire
I wrote this song - I don't know who it's for
Hands held fast in camera
I'll swear I heard the Stammerer exclaim
"I am a traveller, unraveller,
I only live through pain, and shame, and change!"

In my room, the secret tomb, I can see
Future forms, space/time storms
They're all me
And i've only got to choose!

In my head I am dead if I fall
In the trap
The subtle lap
Safety's pall....
But I'm living while I choose.