In 1605 he recoiled against the state.
Packed explosives underground.
Companions play out their roles like some game of chess,
make diplomacy unsound.
The grails man desires he destroys through the greed in his head.
The protestant King may go down,
Trouble Maker was bred.
Friends, trouble may rise and trouble may ebb.
Of makers and weavers of lies, carefully tread.
Trouble may rise, and trouble may ebb.
Step back and envisage the whole game.
The shipwrecked East End economic underclass knew of his modus operandi.
His thrusting and cutting weapons put scars on faces so they'd stand out in a crowd. Whores talked too much for him.
Trades in desire he wanted dead.
This horse needs a cage not a stall, Trouble Maker was bred.
Friends, trouble may rise and trouble may ebb.
Amongst makers and weavers of lies we tread.
Trouble may rise, and trouble may ebb.
Step back, envisage the whole game.
There's ways out. We've seen them.
We've heard those whispers spoken (of) corners inside this maze where Trouble Makers wills lay broken.
Friends, trouble may rise and trouble may ebb.
Of makers and weavers of lies, carefully tread.
Trouble may rise, and trouble may ebb.
Step back, envisage the whole game.
