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...