Long days, slow waste   Sew lies, sow hate      So many years to clean the slate   Endless despair within its wake   His touch soiling what used to be clean   His gaze burning on the edge of our dreams   No more      Long days, long days      And again he rides in   It's September and he covets the gullible   Skeletal wish hunter   A thousand lies, cast from the throne of secrecy      Hear him spewing forth a meaning to miserables lies   See the twisted hand of doubt seal the affair   The insect trust believer   Your body a vehicle to to house his disease      Pearls before swine, they are nothing but blind   Submit to nothing and swallow my spit of scorn   Invisible king, dying   Procession of woe, struck down by sorrow      A burden so great weighs heavy on old and withered beliefs   The swift solution crumbles   Beneath the mock notes of a masterpiece   Death in his eyes, waiting   Spiraling judgment, provoked in the rains      This futile test drowned in the levee of deception   This futile test drowned in the levee of deception      In the year of his sovereign   Rid us of your judgment   Heir apparent