In Service

In the emptied-hearted dreams

Cold and without feeling

Helping me with all my schemes

‘Nothing is ever what it seems’

Lies on the canvas found on the ceiling

That’s what it says, and what of it’s means . . ?

The monster in the mask dipped in crèmes

Covered in chocolate with cherry sealing

Helping me with all my schemes

He’s called the boogie-man in childlike screams

It doesn’t suit him, the dirty dealing

In the emptied-hearted dreams

I call him and take the leads

While he cannot but stoop to kneeling

Helping me with all my schemes

He tried to get to the redeems

To shake the servant feeling

In the emptied-hearted dreams

Helping me with all my schemes