After the storm you came back to me
Writing on the wall, words stacked up so tall but soon
I'll show you the way they deceive
Liars in the night, lampshades shining bright, they are
Standing so near like an awful beast
Ballads dressed in rhyme, rhythms stamped with time, that's how
They spin their lies, but I'll help you at least
With or without anyone
I'll come back until it's done
Then there'll be no place to run
When i get my last bit of fun
I been outside and heard it there
In galleries and places where
People like to sit and stare
When all's done they'll never dare
You know they talk of history
That's the thing that sets them free
It's a sort of reverie
Stabbing on a shredded bean
With the plates up in the jar
We won't go all too far
Driving in our broken car
We'll watch it burning from afar
Nonsensical, that's what you are
Killing all the time, spitting on divine, It makes
No sense at all, i beg you to stop