A Mind Of Metal And 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
And he cracks a lonely smile
Like an oyster that's been shucked and dead
The company the red
Posies they sprang and they whispered

Sweet tragedy

"There's 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 ensemble's tune of wretched abandon
Where desperate souls
They litter the pavement
Where beasts roam the world
In arrogant fashion
Trampling the harvest and spoiling the soil