A brilliance under mane
Cloudy lens and subtle strain
A fury sears the vein in time

And momentum is decline
You see the man is sick
With power's arsenic

What politic contradicts

Change

Change in sight
Change
The lay is right

Time
Time ignite
Like a freak, in a beast, in the least

Hand, hang, hang

In a spiralling humanity

There's a cycle we can see
In a throng's monstrosity odds are
There'll always be a mule

You never can predict the mind of a lunatic
A mind so badly sick
With strange arithmetic