endless thunder, more than anything

looking directly at the audience
what do you see?
they all say the same
a one-way whorehouse mirror

the fleetingness of our days
the old chicken coop, long empty
there was another kind of hunger
hovering, breathless, over the blacktop

i thought i'd be good at this
a hip way to wake up the world
a protective talisman to ward off evil
in the centre of the heart

you don't have to sing every time
you may judge what is to come
you're doing it now
don't you want to go ahead?

this inner explosion of knowing
between these lines, the agony
underneath the pale foundation
vacant as the eyes of dolls

what can be the meaning of all this?