King Of The World Of Ideas Lyrics - Venerea

Masochistic at night and omnipotent by day 

the tyrannical child king of a neutral country 

whose arsenal only serves to palliate 

the brigades who stand firm by a frontier of glass 

whose court ball consists of threefold blindfold 

dewlap dancers who rave by their sacrificial strass 

all contributions gratefully retrieved 

they don't have to be seen to be believed 

the walls of this palace are paper thin 

get close enough to write and you'll listen in 

but there's bugs on the walls 

planted from within 

king of the world 

suicidal god of his own microcosmos 

where all black holes are filled 

and no bangs are big 

'cept the one that brought him there 

that pushes him away 

king of the world of ideas 

it all goes by so fast 

nothing that slips past 

and if it does slow down 

stars would gather 'round and vaporise the ground 

his body will be noise 

and his mind be sound