when the tea bees fish and rain
will be as scarce as spring
when the fire sea moon and sky
aline with
the faith of a key the lion and the star
wood and fire
of thin rain and fear
when your god and earth are one breathe of ash
peace in beds
rush of wind
born of war and dark and sin
a wish of chi and nine ale bows
knife the pig
knife the bear
knife knife til none is there
my jack in the box
wear your best tie
and bear the best wine
sue the pen the bone and blood
your face in sand
you hide the truth
from the black birth
in your field of dry rye
the small worm in dark heat
crooked eyes flow with your soil and chaos
gin silk a fine dance and kiss
king of the lie and king of the game
plant words in their brains
sweet fruit full of lies
gifts of gold and youth
where oh where is the truth?
truth be told the truth is gone
leave your fortress and pray to your god
you’ve failed the test
mark the tune
your grace god gold and youth
will don the date
start the clock
rest
gain health
for the next morn
the throne will fall
so rise nice hen in the north south and west
rise dough cook his meat screech and yell
sad we are not he is beat he is dead
will be as scarce as spring
when the fire sea moon and sky
aline with
the faith of a key the lion and the star
wood and fire
of thin rain and fear
when your god and earth are one breathe of ash
peace in beds
rush of wind
born of war and dark and sin
a wish of chi and nine ale bows
knife the pig
knife the bear
knife knife til none is there
my jack in the box
wear your best tie
and bear the best wine
sue the pen the bone and blood
your face in sand
you hide the truth
from the black birth
in your field of dry rye
the small worm in dark heat
crooked eyes flow with your soil and chaos
gin silk a fine dance and kiss
king of the lie and king of the game
plant words in their brains
sweet fruit full of lies
gifts of gold and youth
where oh where is the truth?
truth be told the truth is gone
leave your fortress and pray to your god
you’ve failed the test
mark the tune
your grace god gold and youth
will don the date
start the clock
rest
gain health
for the next morn
the throne will fall
so rise nice hen in the north south and west
rise dough cook his meat screech and yell
sad we are not he is beat he is dead