(TiptonHalford)

Wild-eyed and tight fisted, I'm fused to the bone

I stand contemplating, reacting alone

Impaled with betrayal

The tourniquet turns

Society's creation

Pole-axed out and burnt



Long ago when man was king, his heart was clean now he's stained class

Time has slashed each untouched thing, so now he's just a stained class king



Transfixed at deliverance, is this all there is

Faithless continuum, into the abyss

Fierce is my conviction, absolute my belief

I spit at you apathy, and seducer deceit



Long ago when man was king, his heart was clean now he's stained class

Time has slashed each untouched thing, so now he's just a stained class king



Lethal, deadly, hung, drawn and quartered

He slaughtered and faltered and altered the world

But by doing so smashed all his hopes and utopian dreams

Whipping, stripping, peeling the flesh off, relentless and senseless

His lust snapped like vipers whose fangs sank in deep

To infest and decay from the core



Impaled with betrayal, the tourniquet turns

Society's creation, pole-axed out and burnt



Long ago when man was king, his heart was clean now he's stained class

Time has slashed each untouched thing, so now he's just a stained class king



Stained class king