All you make-believe dolls and bitter tin soldiers
Are all stepping up for the ball
In your sweat-soaked prom dresses and hand me down coats
You’re all setting up for the fall
Cause you
Mean nothing
Speak nothing
Think there’s nothing more
Than to live your life crawling
And you’ll
See nothing
Do nothing
Be nothing more
Than a step stool for those ungainly (fools)
How can captivity appeal
To a life spent fettered
More so to the free
Who choose their chains knowing better
Whipping boys and girls
Step back from your posts
Come into the day
Triumphant
Silly boys and girls
Put away your toys
Come away from that plight
Dishonest
Take your torches and your scythes
To the new village monster
The powerful faces of lies and deceit
Take your forks and your cudgels
To the new world horror
The duplicitous grins
Of guile and greed