Broken in three
You're so easy to read, still, now
How can you turn to me under that weight of deceit
You carry around so proud?
The treacherous king squandered the crown
She's your cocaine, but I'm from
Your bowels of shame
I'm your shit stain
Cloacked in your misery
Twisting that blade so deep
Into my spine again
This is how your honor your friend, well
Innocent child, we've been reviled
She cast us away into exile
But, still all the while
Subjects acclaim!
Put on a smile from the Canticle of Pain!
On march the banners of the King!
(can you hear them sing?)
Up on your feet! Come on now, rise!
And profit from your time!
Onward we march, to reach the stars!
We have seen enough, thus far...