Water scuds above the Earth
In from man of scuplted Earth
Blood is lost to false endeavour
Life is lost to silent pleasure
Righteous yearning promised fate
Fighting for the right to hate
Going nowhere fast but somewhere
Else is death for those who do care
Casing white and innermost red
Porcelain blood to meet with a head
Two or three times the show is over
Two or three times the show is over
Now discover it is not true
The act a farce the actor you
Bring on the band all in their cells
Lying back the house is open
Who brings forth this wild deception?
This lying thing we call conception?
Two or three times