I rule the cesspool I run a whorehouse for the meek I carve all those runes You see in dirt you’re meant to kick You can’t be too cruel This heart can’t hurt enough to bleed I’m spinning the spool That runs the thread on which you feed
You cannot change the realm As you can’t change your name And should a change be brought about To you the realm will look the same The whispers in the dark The softness of decay And should you wish to strike a spark I’ll be the god you choose to pray
I rule the cesspool I organize the float of scum You’re a complete fool If you can’t see what you have come You are my best ghoul You’ll do exactly as I say And I’ll keep your blood cool To smile to your indifferent ‘ayes’
Change Await the change Expect the change Welcome the change
The world’s a box I’m painting brown To cut the talks To wear the crown