Tear down the stage
break out the boards
bleed the script
send off the hoards
Take the pauper there
in the empty chair
juggling with his
last affair
he pawns away
his last coin
for one look at you
before your'e gone
will you spin your web
of deceit
leave me listless
on my knees
The actors here
on stage commence
with lethargic words
that have no dance
with military expertise
take down the King
and kill for peace
the crown of gold
its shattered price
release the bleeding
hearts rejoice
this town of apathy
makes us weak
give me music
give me release
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