From the canyons of the city,
To the mountains of your mind,
Your soul lies dreaming,
Innocently sublime.

With a ripping and a tearing
And a teeth shrieking whine,
You're born into reality,
A nightmare divine.

Society's little demons scream
"He's mine, all mine!"
But you smile and walk away
Cause it's just another line
Whispered down dusty trails
In the corridor's of time.

(1993)