smashed to bits   in the peace of the night   he craved power   and, to keep in   he'd change his spots   or, shed his skin   (he craved power)   smashed to bits   in the peace of the night   the power in the hour   the art of the few   original and best   perpetuate nature   unending largesse   (she craves power)   in attempts to stultify me   your weakness - your ideology   smashed to bits   in the peace of the night   he craved power   and, to keep in   he'd change his spots   or, shed his skin      like yapping dogs   blind lead the blind   those who chain the future   are those time leaves behind   is glory now gone?   a friendship - worth of fiends   is a rose without thorns.