Wild eyed and tight fisted
Long ago when man was king
Transfixed at deliverance
Long ago when man was king
Lethal, deadly, hung, drawn And quartered he slaughtered and faltered
All his hopes and utopian dreams
Whipping, stripping peeling the flesh off
His lust snapped like vipers To infest and decay from the core.
Long ago when man was king
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