On the Inside

I’ve seen patience on the wayside baby!
Focus on the hocus-pocus lately
With soap on my jersey
Walking on tiptoes past evil
Feeling like the moon is my valentine
Losing my illusion
Blast from the past

Is this a contusion?
Or did i just fall on my ass?
What do you say?
When all the wind knocks you over
And you haven’t got a clue
Smiling contradictions
It really is the worst
Focused by the witness’s knife
Until the end

Have you seen the tombs or the holy graves?
Patience, with electric switches
Turn up your life
Mouth’s open, mugshot, you are no king tut
Brace yourself
As you find there is no way out