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.