The sounds were muffled
Still the people shuffled by
The living dead corpse
No one felt remorse
Except the king of course
These days, you’ll be put away
For all the strange things you say
While the masses chase wedding rings
He searched for the truth-
It’s been 52 weeks
It’s no world for the meek
Kiss your mother on the cheek
And say goodbye
A mysterious stranger
Gave you the falling sickness