Beneath the mock notes of a masterpiece
The insect trust believer
Hear him spewing forth a meaning to miserables lies
Skeletal wish hunter
In the year of his sovereign

A burden so great weighs heavy on old and withered beliefs
Procession of woe, struck down by sorrow
No more

Submit to nothing and swallow my spit of scorn
A thousand lies, cast from the throne of secrecy
Rid us of your judgment
Endless despair within its wake
His gaze burning on the edge of our dreams
Invisible king, dying
And again he rides in
See the twisted hand of doubt seal the affair

Pearls before swine, they are nothing but blind
Your body a vehicle to to house his disease

Death in his eyes, waiting
This futile test drowned in the levee of deception
His touch soiling what used to be clean

Long days, long days
This futile test drowned in the levee of deception

Spiraling judgment, provoked in the rains
It's September and he covets the gullible
The swift solution crumbles
So many years to clean the slate

Heir apparent