If you stumble through a spider's web while walking by the moat, lost in orange velvet and a mental overload, and you're cursing at the moon above 'cos all he does is gloat, while you're searching for your bu*tonhole with gla**y holes of hope. Your head is full of stars and things your mind is getting numb, machinery ticks on and on it's got you on the run, so let it all hang out now boy the bishops they won't mind, as long as you keep quiet 'bout the life you left behind. Your face is drawn with sticks of chalk your mind is lined in fear, your teeth look black and broken when you grin from ear to ear, so tugging at your dublet and hitching up your hose, let me see you foxtrot said the blind man to the ghost. Never laughing never crying feelings don't exist, doubting nights of wondering why and who's next on your list, daytime comes and with it you put on your daytime face there's nothing like a schizo freak to liven up the place. The ways and means all disappear there's no time left things once held dear The chimes ring out, long nights awake pretty soon you've gotta break. As morning nears and the moon it wanes, you'll feel the fears, you'll feel the pains. Your sun will burn you up inside your snow will freeze your cool cool mind. Life's a long long way below you now the years slide by, you never take your bow way above it all, so uninspired were you never told you look so tired. How does it feel Rainbow Rider how does it feel living off a star how does it feel Rainbow Rider how does it feel living off a star how does it feel...