A Mind Of Metal & Wheels

Far beyond, there lies the vaudeville where creatures are gathering the assembly, cackle and drool at a land slowly dying the monologue begins, the man is abandoned he cracks a lonely smile like an oyster thats been shucked and dead the company the red, posies they sprang and whispered, "sweet tragedy" "theres a bird who is broken down she hunts the soil so her young can feed, but the morning never stays for long and the flock will starve for needs" this is the act you see, our seeds were sown in fertile soil and the crowd all cheered as the men as beasts destroyed the crop and field "sweet tragedy" the ensembles tune, of wretched abandon where desperate souls, they litter the pavement beasts roam the world, in arrogant fashion (trampling the harvest and spoiling the soul)