All Hell

And all hell's crashing down inside
The windows to the other side
Shimmering in rooms to quiet sighs

Of oh well, if it's happening there
It isn't here, and God appears
To deal a different hand to different tiers

But this play is not over yet
Hear the music of those marionettes
Beating drums down the quiet streets
Of ignorance and vain regrets

And all these fears swiftly come to pass
Presently she feels we're past
The cups of tea and optimistic prayers

'Cause out there's our unholy mess
Gathering its long white dress
And marching down the aisle to marry this

Matrimonial future bliss
Kiss the tide and hope it doesn't lift
Up your carpet woven from apathy and token frets

All Hell

But this play is not over yet
Hear the music of those marionettes
Beating drums down the quiet streets
Of ignorance and vain regrets