"Who are you" speaks the king
"I am death and but a small little thing...

Mourning the death of spiders
In a mausoleum made of maggots...

A poisoned fog they prayed for
Comes rolling from the lake...

A black screen fades to light
And draws the text to the eye...

Sitting in the road
Watching the clouds coming in...

Fade and shade are new constants
Constant change that connects continents...

From up here they could all be forgiven
Separated as I am from their spite...

What if it was bloodstained hands that created...
A stained glass image illuminated by a malformed...

Fear this
This emptiness that’s in your heart...

Let’s go play in the dark
Let’s go hide in the wood...

I’ve been nursing a dozen exit wounds
Ever since you entered the room...

I light another cigarette
Up against the burning sky...