a new dawn fades into the day of the Lords  insight clouded by discord  St. Vitus dance on God's teeth begins the end  makes each new day seem shorter yet  the Arcane play with shadows, the ritual game  forgetting the dreams they once had  the closer it gets to the threshold it seems  the nearer they are to mad  sometimes a hammer is all that you need  compulsive saving face speaking in tongues  shrugging off the world and finding remains of faith  the nearer we are to mad the nearer we are to man  screaming in need seeking smaller things  to lead seeking leaders in smaller things  inchworm won't you show us the way  our matter pales to thee the taller we grow the weaker  show us what we need the paler we are to thee  screaming in need seeking smaller things  to lead seeking leaders in smaller things  ©1996 Middle Earth  lyrics by J. Smart, C. Thompson, D. Lee