Not all tyrants wear funny clothes. They stand up in front of masses, shout a song of lies to totalitarian drumbeats. They are monsters wearing crocodile smiles.
With a dance of madness He exhorts and implores The masses. His cadence, a spell His story, is literally felt. Dances and hits. Entranced in spirits. He moves you. To victory, Over Fear.
Stop the hypocrisy, the dead boy screamed Screams rang throughout the halls Halls lit with dim white light Lights flashing in a damp room Room smelling of red and death Death approached the lonely girl Girls can only take so much Much of her poured to the ground Grounds of her resting place Place in her heart the dead boy left Left this world out of loneliness Loneliness took her life Life in death they have together Together they are once again