You know that empires never fade and
Groves keep on flowering
And they're tightening up the reins
To keep the animals from growling
And the baby's in the black hearse
Baby's in the black hearse
A flushing of coughs that are young
So we'll never know
And a jet plane's never wrong
Though the clouds sure have said so
And an ocean moves along from the stage to the back row
There's crazies in the back row
Crazies in the back row
Clapping that will never stop once it's begun
A mission to act
Though the act's not credible, it certainly moves along
Lies get disguised as some new, wonderful, substance soon forgotten
Cliché states: If it's dark in the tunnel, then it needs some light
But that's just a lie used by idols who are rivals (they'd never say hello)
I'd like to rest in the depths of a tunnel
I won't need no light
And if there's room on the tomb put the following:
Listen everyone
Lost in the sandstorm
Thoguh It won't stop raging on
Though your eyes cannot take more
So why is there trying?