She was dancing with the devil
Foxtrotting on those 7-inch heels
Wearing nothing but her tattered guilt
And a crown to which an infidel kneels.

While you were sleeping

He was playing god on a wooden table
Attending all the secret sessions
Picking a necktie to choke his ego
While trying to outsmart an angry nation.

While you were sleeping

They were painting the moon red
For a puppet show that's about to start
All the blood-stained curtains were washed
So that the blind audience can play the part.

While you were sleeping

You were marching but never moving
Letting all of hell to break loose
You've traded your reality for fleeting figments
Now you're trapped in dreams you don't get to choose.