In the coloured corridors of circles
and strange shapes
Existing just to juggle balls and
dropping spinning plates
Passion burns up empathy
and lets your ego rule
But somewhere deep inside a seed
of doubt is pushing through
At night when all the world’s asleep
a voice inside me calls and I
Drop my balls
I got a raging doubt that something
here is wrong
Maybe I should say something
stand out and be strong
And if you try to justify they’ll throw
you in the cellar with the others
Common sense and heroes are
so laughably absent
Passion Give me some empathy
Passion Give me some empathy
I cannot recollect a single word you said
When people drown in ponds and drains
A bag over the head
And if you try to justify they’ll throw
you in the cellar with the others
Common sense and heroes
just a quaint reminder
Passion Give me some empathy
Passion Give me some empathy
No no not here not now
No no not here not now
I said who do you think you are
I said who do you think you are
I watched your crawl across the floor
Towards this ancient temple door
A tragedy most can’t resist
Your strange intoxication