I was slipping through the cracks. Of a stolen jewel. I was tightrope walking in two ton shoes. Now somebody is talking about a. Third world war. And the police said this was normal control. And the cradle was burning yesterday. Like somebody's best friend died. And I've been caught in a mind riot. I was crying from my eye teeth and. Bleeding from my soul. And I sharpened my wits on a dead man's skull. I built an elevator from his bones. Had climb to the top floor just. To stamp out the coals. And the cradle was burning yesterday. Like somebody's friend died. And I've been caught in a mind riot. I'm tied within. I'm luck's last match struck. In the pouring down wind