Interluding, persecuting, intentions of the slayers.
A bow in one hand, and an arrow in another.
Its not like they know any prayers.
Being the priest, its my brother.
Parcels on top of dreamer, cloud nine.
The rich enjoy teasing the peasant.
Big kings sipping their blood of wine.
Feeling bad and totally unpleasant.
Too much talking, a little muck.
Sculptures using their tools and hand nail.
Back then, no such thing of tummy tuck.
Killing people in your suit and flail.
