i've seen through you, my good king,
seen to your blackened heart.
i've tasted your desires and i've meddled in your art.
i've seen the girl with raven hair
the one whose eyes are grey.
i've seen you sweat and wait for her,
and i'll see her falling day.

do you watch her, do you want her,
you animal, you fiend?
you'll catch her as she smiles at you
you'll taste what it could mean.
do you think she wears her clothes for you,
to take off and devour?
you'll regard her and disarm her,
you'll lust away the hours.
you'll eat her heart and call her heartless,
feed her soul to lions,
you'll starve her of her decency
and you will leave her blind.

Awake at the crack of moonshine, and its our choice.
We live for a day, though, it isn’t our last.
Every woman speaks up for her muffled voice.
The children have the longest, hardest past.
The nuns swear at God while they **** the priests
There’s forgiveness and understanding within the stubborn man’s mind
And peace is spread through the Middle East.
The critic allows himself to be blind.
Black policemen have cars filled of white men in the backseat
The Catholics let their bodies take over their morals
The vegans stuff their face bragging of their raw meat
The new widow in mourning wears nothing but florals.
Men and men. Women and woman unite their love with “I Do”’s
The watches decide to stop all time
The artist killed off his most helpful muse
Not living his life was the old man’s only crime.