• All is not well within the kingdom of gold
    The farmhand, drunk, and he doesn't give a damn
    Memories broken and wearing down the old
    For the chariots are blazing past the lamb

    To reach the fair maiden's tears turned to wine
    Heir to the throne of lies wearily bereaved
    Before a doctor removes her crystal spine
    Forged with sand in the rain of the moonlit eve

    The court withers slowly, the magistrates weep
    And no smile is as forced as the lost
    Their playtime riches are unable to keep
    For even jesters cry, bleeding tears they crossed

    To be licked up by the dogs of war
    Sit down you martyr crimson clown
    Forgotten sons pray to gods no more
    Digesting kingdoms by the pound

    It's too late cried the man with the rose
    Old widow bows to the heavens once she bore
    In the presence of the after glow
    The Pauper is sullen in bed with a whore

    Waving flags about you bard made merry
    And prince cries foul as he's stripped of his sense
    To poison the well he had better not tarry
    Devouring kingdoms by shillings and pence

    There's a price on our heads branded in shame
    the knight of the rounds shoots in his might
    Led on by court thieves, robed villains make claim
    A fairy tale ending is nowhere in sight

    Marching the furnace and firing the banks
    Blame the jester, his eyes are the Faust
    Forced into trepidation, filing blind ranks
    Shedding tears of this invisible holocaust

    Rest ye weary head yon son of crumbs
    Philosophers gather we haven't more time
    Bask in the shadows of sweltering slums
    Damning heaven by the nickel and dime