| Lyrics: | i. THE EMPEROR
Standing in the space that holds the silent lace of night
away from you
You think that you can hold the searing, moulten
gold between
your fingers ...
But it slips
through, tearing tendons as it goes,
exposing the white of a knuckle ...
flesh-and-metal
forming letters in the mould.
Cradling you gun, after choosing the ones you think should
die-
Lying on the hill ... crawling over the windowsill into your
living-room
They stare out, glass-eyed aimless heads,
bodies torn by
vultures ..
you are the man whose hands are rank with the smell of death.
Saviour of the
Fallen, Protector of the Weak,
Friend of the Tall Ones, Keeper of the Peace ...
Ah,
but it is the only way you know .....
Looking out to sea, a flattened plane of weeds
which bear no living
You crush life in your fist as your heart is kissed by the lips
of death
Ghosts betray you, ghosts betray you, in the
night they steal your eye
from its socket ...
and the ball hangs fallen on your
cheek.
Complaining tongues are stilled; a thousand mouths are filled
with rusting metal.
Your face a shade of green; somehow you try to speak
through all the
garbage in your mouth
But it won't
come out, and you cannot frame the words
as your stepson
throws your fame into the flames
and you are burned.
Saviour of the Fallen, Protector of the Weak,
Friend of the Tall Ones,
Keeper of the Peace.
Ah, but it is the only way you know ..........
ii. THE
ROOM
Live by sword and you shall die so,
All your power shall come to
nought,
every life you take is part of your own,
death, not power, is what
you've bought.
Cringing in your room as the outriders of doom step
on your threshold;
Begging for your life as the impartial knife sinks in
your
screaming flesh ...
without malice, merely taking
murder's toll,
you must pay the price of hate, and that price is
your soul ....
Live in peace or die forever in your war-room |
