Deceitful white walls are now veering intent

A spark to the readily drying cement

With hair set aflame by the rage of revolt

Each laugh adding men to insanity’s cult

Grabbed by the threatening hand of their god

Now sparked by their anger, once frozen and awed

A god? Beg to differ, control has been cracked

Now a façade, that portrays she’s intact

But no, the machinery’s falling apart

Oil that bleeds from her penniless heart

The hands on the clocks point to iron offense

I’m gliding on edge of the cliff of suspense

For while the tension ties most of us down

This man with the laugh is now claiming his crown

And while the flame in our hands start to ache

He opens his arms and the walls start to break