The Ritualist

Glassy-eyed, you’ll stare into the haze
Drifting in tandem with the rhythm
With a rising pulse, you’ll reach for a sign
Grasp at smoke with sweating palms, ‘till you realise

No one can predict your future
No one can get you off this train
Or stare for you into the face of danger

Can you fall asleep knowing you’ll never have all the answers?
(Dream of your reflection in a crystal ball)
This fear of the end, it rests your tongue
Get on with life – just lock the door thrice before you leave home

Maybe I'm a ritualist seeking comfort in a pattern
A hedonist, a nihilist, a lover and a liar
An exhausted optimist, onward bound in a sinking ship
Maybe I'm a hypochondriac waiting for my body to attack
Maybe I am the weapon
Or could I be the one that fires back?

Can you fall asleep knowing you’ll never have all the answers?
(Dream of your reflection in a crystal ball)
This fear of the end, it rests on your tongue
Get on with life – just lock the door thrice before you leave home

Maybe I'm a well of untapped potential
Maybe all my treasures have been accidental
Maybe I'm one fall away from knowing it all
But I'm treading along too gentle

Maybe I'm an enemy of this very question
‘Cause I stop before I’ve heard any answer
Maybe I’d be happier never finding anything
Be the pioneer of a circle forever

So take your time
Slow down the sequence, you’ve gone too far
When everything is under control
What will be left to make you everything that you are?