The Mystery Lyrics

My life is a mystery

My story is a myriad of riddles unsolvable

I have known my fair share of magic and its mingle with misery

I would like to think that I've danced

And dragged myself through all of it beautifully

Not that I have no beast within me

That is now a beaten down dog

But that all I have been,

I have been with grace

The same grace with which

I will meet my maker or myself at the end of the race

With the knowledge that I did all I could

And that all I could was bloody good

That it was good because it was bloody

And that it was bloody because it was gruesome

A gruesome from which I grew

Some inches beyond the stitches

All the wounds are now itches

Upon a scab

The memory of a stab

With scissors

Time's way of cutting me into shape

And shaking me into shivers

To awaken the Shiva that has taken shelter behind my shy gaze

To reveal the true gospel of my obscure being

A breathing conundrum

To the masses and to myself

My story is a mystery even to me

I myself still seek the keys to the dungeons below my soul's keep

I have never known what secrets creep beneath my heart's feet

Or what truths lie hidden behind the veil of what my spirit speaks

The journey of juggling breathes continues into the sinews of heavens peaks

Where all of it goes I can never know until I reach

The tale is written by time and trailed by my discovery

I am simply following myself into the fantasy

Feigning a faltering faith when my fate seems to forecast a tragedy

Praying that the plot twists and my path switches to pure destiny

I feel for some of the secrets in my sleep

I fiend for a little bit of knowledge into my being

Each uncovered layer becomes discovered prayer

That I myself preached into purpose in some forgotten past

A path out of the grasp of my current scene

I am harnessed by higher being

I am guided by a brighter seeing

So in the times I am in doubt

I believe and balance it out until the scales tip in favor of my dreams

The day will come when I awaken to the truth of what it all means

When the insights into what lies behind the absurdity and obscurity of my days is revealed

When the wounds weave themselves back into wholeness

When all the holes in my hope become sealed

When I will finally see the centre from which my spirit pivots

When the puzzles of my purpose push themselves into place

And the struggles reveal themselves as Grace

A guiding force forged to force me into my new face

The one that mirrors God

The one that God made to see himself in destitute and divine shape

All of this to say

It will all make sense one day