Stirred, made a cock of
A tragic tale to have seen
There really is no beating round this bush, for it's a drum
Whose rhythm is the pulse
That keeps the spirit from
Feeling the felicity of kingdom come
Gaining without guilt, surrendering the sum
Of the odious overlord that needs us numb
As in self flagellation we continue to play dumb
In the face of a villain all can do is cajole
But the servant hasn't say
In its natural role
So its fleeing's an essential to alleviate the toll
Of a conniving conscience crusher
Leaves one empty like a hole
Strip me as naked as the day is damned
Direct me to the desolate abandon of land
Whether blistering of blizzards or scorching of sands
I'm remiss to have ever sought a different hand
Something might sit in the recess of a cave
Where a symbiosis happen
As with a kestrel and its knave
So shun your persecutor child of Earth, be brave
Be rid of all emotion
There'll be none left, save for
Feeling the felicity of kingdom come
Gaining without guilt, surrendering the sum
Of the odious overlord that needs us numb
As in self flagellation we continue to play dumb
Back to where it started, back to how it all began
Grizzly grunting greetings, hardly even human
On all fours, palms burnt, infant kicking at a can
Herein lies a purity, that'll make you wish you ran
After it, pursued it, like a feline chasing mutt
As you're dragged out from your ditch, rescued from the rut
In banishment you see now that there was foul play afoot
And you can dispose of the key now that your sins are firmly shut
Away, away, away, away from all that stunted
Away, away, away, away from what you thought you wanted
Away, away, away, away from that which haunted
Away, away, away, away
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