House Of Wax

Lightning hits the house of wax Poets spill out on the street To set alight the incomplete Remainders of the future

Hidden in the yard Hidden in the yard

Thunder drowns the trumpets blast Poets scatter through the night But they can only dream of flight Away from their confusion

Hidden in the yard underneath the wall Buried deep below a thousand layers lay the answer to it all

Lightning hits the house of wax Women scream and run around To dance upon the battleground Like wild demented horses

Hidden in the yard, underneath the wall Buried deep below a thousand layers lay the answer to it all

Hidden in the yard, underneath the wall Buried deep below a thousand layers lay the answer to it all