I knew a man who said, "Safety is my goal"
And ran around with scissors all day long.
He preached and saw his people's souls
And used them like a game of pong.
But now he's bouncing off the walls
And looking back as not to fall.
Not knowing he has already reached the floor
While he is cleaning all the doors.
He believes he can clean them all
And that his faith will never fall.
But his faith is there within
And if he falls it follows him.
How far can Safety Man fall
Before his eyes do see?
Can he realize it all
Before he's on his knees?
I doubt that eyes wide shut
Will suddenly see.
Time does make me ask, "what
Will the future be?"
Safety Man will tell you
His back is ever turned.
And he knows every hurdle
That can catch him unprepared.
But why couldn't he see his own destruction?
Was he a lost believer?
Has he not been taught the art of seduction?
Is he not a master deceiver?
As I said before:
His faith is there within,
Burning at his core;
He will fall in.
With nobody to save him
Safety Man will drown.
His advice wil take a swim
As it sinks deep down.
Everybody that knew him
Says," what a silly clown."
