So many years to clean the slate Endless despair within its wake His touch soiling what used to be clean His gaze burning on the edge of our dreams
Long days Long days
And again he rides in It's September and he covets the gullible Skeletal wish Hunter A thousand lies cast from the throne of secrecy
Hear him spewing forth a meaning to miserables lies See the twisted hand of doubt seal the affair The insect trust Believer our body a vehicle to him just the same
Pearls before swine they are nothing but blind Submit to nothing and swallow my spit of scorn Invisible king Dying Procession of woe struck down by sorrow
A burden so great weighs heavy on old and withered beliefs The swift solution crumbles beneath the mock notes of a masterpiece Death in his eyes Waiting Spiralling judgement provoked in the rains
Futile test drowned in the levee of deception His futile test drowned in the levee of deception
In the year of his sovereign Rid us of your judgement Heir apparent
