Maelstrom from Amsterdam by Strange Talking Animals

And so I’m told the roads are seldom paved with gold
And the trees are not what they believe
My inner eye was tricked into a game that’s never played
And my turn has been delayed
Thanks to you and thanks to your taboos

And so I’m shown the door and left between possibilities
But the stones are never rolled
I want to listen in and disappear inside the lines
But no one knows that I am standing there
Next to you and next to nothing else

Hold the line, in-between, hold the line, disagree
With your standards
Take your time, don’t believe, take your time, urgency
Does not matter
(Turn it in, take it back, don’t give in, just attack
All your betters)
Stand alone in your mind, stand alone, reassign
All that chaos
And a maelstrom will arise

And so I’ll hold what I’ve been told to be a mystery
For the trees are not what they would seem
My inner eye begins to wander around aimlessly
And now my turns have all been mislaid
Thanks to you and all of your taboos

And so I’m shown the door and left to lead this odyssey
Without you and without a safety net

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