We take pride in our short sights, Our past horrors Shout coarsely with a long stick Lest we seem sane Were strangers Pulling stolen reigns Im not proud Were staging an ugly fable Our hands are awash with lies Most blame will fall On this useless mob Their blood lust grows Our whips blow back It grows Theyll snap our necks All we areall well be Is so wrong
areall, coarsely, grows, staging, awash