clip after clip, this movie has been going on.
Drink after drink murderous man goes on
Race after race, peace has gone wrong
Scene after scene, each goes long
Behind the scenes, inbetween the subtle dreams of wretched things,
the King, upon His throne, calling the shots here and there alone
He sees, what we cannot see, these trees, growing to one day be on me
Before this scene, it seems, that cliff up there, unseen
There, a shadow trips over pride and castrates his heart from inside
His bride, dangling in his hand, her band, surprise, she can't stand
they fall, eight ball corner pocket, darkness into darkness, heart into the locket
Justice falls onto these social beings and it seems, the spikes on the bottom will
dash them peice to peice.
On their way down, their crowns, thirsting for earth and its ground
Bow down, they tell their wretched seeds, from which grows the encompassing weeds