I
Somewhere the moon is laughing at me
while reason clouds my ability
somewhere a baby is bawling
while a horsecart spikes my airwave
the sweet minister has cheated
the queen was mistreated
but remorse isn't a royal trait
the worm of pride is a swell bait
doors don't always open to freedom
windows don't always close to safety
the dog jumped for the worm
his eyes shut firm
Now,
the canine condition is unknown
but they say t'was foretold
II
I've fallen into a machine
a rodent's on the system system
her fabric is torn
a fiefdom born
wait for your turn
feel her burn
those who lied,
came fat and died