Whispers in your ear
The answers to your fear
Undaunted solitude of once mighty kings and queens
Offspring born to bloodshed
How headstrong he has come to be
Naive, spiteful, obtuse
It's no use
Trying to keep his head on straight
It's much too late
Topple the throne
The child has grown
His crown is dressed in red
His gloves are painted red
His eyes see only red
Red runs through his veins
All his men march to sea
To ride the waves down-
Down they go
No one knows
How the noble eye is so blind
As not to see that he is marching
To death
And death marches to him
But only one can win
He will not win
Spectators bask in cowardly glory
Of another's despicable demise
Of a hero they despise
They're all reciting lies
They've been taught to know as true
The morning we all rue
Has come to pass
Sand drips through glass
Like the blood the prince spent cheap
As he brought his kingdom down
And all his people drowned
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Gin in Teacups
Random"Oh down in Albion They're black and blue But we don't talk about that Are you from 'round here? How do you do? I'd like to talk about that Talk over Gin in teacups And leaves on the lawn Violence in bus stops And the pale thin girl with eyes forlor...
