Of Kali Ma Calibre

They measure him by his blood-shot eyes

They measure him by his thick disguise

Those nights of doubt and loneliness

Inside the thoughts never rest

The jest, the pomp and the circumstance

Won't fill the void nor soothe his sense

He wears his secret like a cloak

Truth makes it harder to cope

By the most enlightened matter

I'll have your mind in the grip of my hand

You despise what's on your platter

Wish for a change, dreams will have bound you

Make peace with all you ever knew

Make peace with all you ever do

Make peace with it all

I won't let you fall

Nailed down hope and with fingers crossed

Pick up the dreams that were nearly lost

Race for home and trusting arms

The antic has forsaken the farce

When they shake him awake again

Torn from the calm by a judging hand

The daylight's hard when the mind's not free

The circle starts over again

By the most enlightened matter

I have your mind in the grip of my hand

All he's done is try to bury

Fleeing so far from the judge and the jury