House of Wax
Lightning hits the house of waxPoets spill out on the streetTo set alight the incompleteRemainders of the future
Hidden in the yardHidden in the yard
Thunder drowns the trumpets blastPoets scatter through the nightBut they can only dream of flightAway from their confusion
Hidden in the yard underneath the wallBuried deep below a thousand layers lay the answer to it all
Lightning hits the house of waxWomen scream and run aroundTo dance upon the battlegroundLike wild demented horses
Hidden in the yard, underneath the wallBuried deep below a thousand layers lay the answer to it all
Hidden in the yard, underneath the wallBuried deep below a thousand layers lay the answer to it all