An archaic prophet from the barren land
An Eastern king in a house of fools
His heart of glass was easily broken
The dancing devils and the dustman bro
Why let the wind of change blow you away?
You are the corruption you brought to this island
I love to see a man at his primitive best
The cold intent is hardly demised
The splintered boards of a thousand years
The mountain figures form as a landscape
Too many hours under pressure alive
Open to suggestions time after time
Give up the air when the pressure can't breathe
We glory in the pleasure of a simple thirst
The abacus of sin we built on thin ice
Bohemian triskers, is that who you are?
Relight the messiah, the coward's reward
Deaf to the whisper, numb to it all
Relight the messiah, the coward's reward
Deaf to the whisper, numb to it all
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