Striking Out

And as he stares into the eyes of his oppressor

He knows that he knows

The jig is up

No more frowns from clowns

Up is up and up is down

The jewels falling from the bloodstained crown

Like fiery rubies

Inseminating hope from the power of the crowd

Neon lights melt away

Piercing a polluted atmosphere

Revealing a veil of stars

Mmmmmmm ahhhh

What a beautiful sight

Not knowing the wrong from the right

Too many choices

On this self inflicted voyage

Ooooooh ooohh oohh

I look down at my console

And I know it will be a long time

Before I see the little blue ball again

Striking Out to heed the call

Striking Out with demon's gall.