Comforting the Disturbed and Disturbing the Comfortable

Coyotes lurking on Sunset Boulevard have become self aware Last night one stopped just to ask me "Is it true, you've stared at the abyss?" I said, "Yes, yes, of course I have But was so let down when it just stared back So I buried my songs in the backyard" The very thing you observe Becomes the master that you serve Danger, it's so exciting Damn if it ain't fun though Damn if it ain't fun though There's a payphone At the psych ward That knows me by my first name There's a payphone At the psych ward That knows me by my first name now (Woo-hoo, woo-hoo) (Woo-hoo, woo-hoo) Blood rush Slow breath The weight of things I can't control Blood rush Slow breath The weight of things I can't control The dream is that you awaken from a deep sleep Wake up suddenly damp, and panicked And are overwhelmed with the sudden feeling that there is a distillation of total evil in this dark strange subdorm room with you That evil's essence and center is right here, in this room, right now And is for you alone Aching anger, and crushing boredom It's no wonder there's a war In my head that rages on As I walk slowly through the store Staring blankly, ugly vacant Still at times I miss that life In fleeting moments, romantic daydream As I walk slowly through the store Never gonna change You'll always be the same It's pointless so don't try Never gonna change You'll always be the same Who am I to want a better life The coyotes down on Sunset Boulevard are self aware Late last night, one stopped and asked me "Have you stared at the abyss?"