Midnight up on Derse is always pretty much the same
Babysitting children as they play their pointless game
Cramped up in my cubicle, cursing on a star
I've grown callous in the palace where they call me Jack Noir
Empty propaganda makes imaginations roam
Insufferable monarchs drive my lust for vengeance home
Mindless henchmen ought to find a better place to spar
No graveyard stuffer's rougher than Archagent Jack Noir
My Queen, if only you'd forseen
the dull routine that caught me in between
and made me keen to intervene like an obscene freakin' war machine
These clothes I loathe have made my mind unclean
Your preening's demeaning me
Some guys get the power, and some are left with none
Some stare down the barrel of the puppet master's gun
As for me I can't believe I let it get this far
They'll regret they ever met the heart of black
The stab in the back
Of Sovereign Jack Noir!