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

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?