Cold days 
Old ways 
Told lies 
No more 

So many years to clean the slate 
Endless despair within its wake 
His touch soiling what used to be clean 
His gaze burning on the edge of our dreams 

Cold days 
Cold days 

And again he rides in 
It"s September and he covets the gullible 
Skeletal wish 
Hunter 
thousand lies cast from the throne of secrecy 

Hear him spewing forth a meaning to miserables lies 
See the twisted hand of doubt seal the affair 
The insect [bad word] 
Believer 
our body a vehicle to him just the same 

Pearls before swine they are nothing but blind 
Submit to nothing and swallow my spit of scorn 
Invisible king 
Dying 
Procession of woe [bad word] down by sorrow 

burden so great weighs heavy on old and withered beliefs 
The swift solution [bad word] beneath the mock notes of a masterpiece 
Death in his eyes 
Waiting 
Spiralling judgement provoked in the rains 

Futile test drowned in the levee of deception 
His futile test drowned in the levee of deception 

In the year of his sovereign 
Rid us of your judgement 
Heir apparent