(Prelude)
Lightning hits the house of wax
Poets spill out on the street
To set alight the incomplete
Remainders of the future
Hidden in the yard.
Hidden in the yard.
Thunder drowns, the trumpets blast
Poets scatter through the night
But they can only dream of flight
Away from their confusion
Hidden in the yard.
Undeneath the wall
Buried deep below a thousand layers
Lay he answer to it all
(Interlude)
Lightning hits the house of wax
Women scream and run around
To dance upon the battle ground
Like wild demented horses
Hidden in the yard.
Undemeath the wall
Buried deep below a thousand layers
Lay the answer to it all
Hidden in the yard.
Underneath the wall
Buried deep below a thousand layers
Lay the answer to it all