It's cold again, it looks like rain. A procession of humanity, strikingly simian. Saunters by, I can't explain. Why it's troubling to see them so. Oh better than who we are with mania.
Right now. Well it's finally time to face my fears. Gonna get the hell out of here. and create a fresher atmosphere. But the consequence is clear. . There's a furnace set on high.
Ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh. Ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh. . Innocence burned, a line on the stake. Tortured and dumped in nameless graves. Centuries waned, authority died.
Here we go now. . No one here can show you where it is but I can point to a sign. On the roof of the world without apparent design. The frozen definition of a lunatic ambition to rise.
This song goes out to all the hopeless sinners. With grave allegiances so meaningless and vain. . The walking wounded in a pageant of contenders. Who balance on a rail of pain for just a pail of rain.