Don't perceive his empty plea
Clawing adornment for his crimes
Renunciation clad
Once he spread the wheat
To a fractured marble slab
Take in view his empty stool
He's a God in an alcove
To a little alcove all alone
Love became the in theme then
So they dreamt in vain
He's a God in an alcove
They saw they had to draw the line
He's a God, a God
Now I am silly
So they sent him far away
Take a look, it soon hath slithered
Now I am silly
So they sent him far away
His nourishment extract from his subjects
Opposing fakers thrice by ten
Then on coins his face was mirrored
To a little alcove
Had made some garlands for his feet
Once he spread the rain
That redundant effigy
So silly, silly
Until the lily poet of our times
Silly, silly, silly, silly
Horizoned on the line
That mass production profile
What's left is satin cool
