While the working class is sleeping
All the freaks come out at night...
There is an insidious beast
He maims but does not kill...
Booming of gun, flashing up the night sky,
Fighting from sun up, until the moon is high...
Blood was splattered,
Tears where shed...
Darling little child, are you listening to me?
What is it that you cannot see...
I don't understand...
Why are people so mean...
I stand for what I say is right.
because theres nothing more real to me...
If I am Popeye,
You are my Olive Oyl...
All you guys don't have to leave,
in time the site will be retrieved...
A rubber coated metal bench
that stands up against the wall...
Is to late to say sorry.
instead of this worry...
Fallen Kingdom
Sitting upon my golden throne...