You work so hard and you sacrifice

To the gods of greed dedicate each vice

You would give it all for just a little taste

Let the whole of you wholly go to waste

Yeah, I hear you beg for an invitation

To the grandest scene since desolation

So if you insist, I guess I’ll let you in

Open up the card, and let the rhyme begin

–

Come one, Come all

To the headsman’s ball

To the feast of the beast

Read the Writing on the wall

Let your apathy

Be my symphony

Hear each note as I gloat

Over all you’ve given me

–

You’ve got nothing left, only blood and soil

You have worked so hard, but despite your toil

I will drain your blood and then I’ll let it boil

I’ll let you shuffle off this your mortal coil

Leaving you alone in your rust and rot

So you can wallow in all that you have got

–

Come one, Come all

To the headsman’s ball

To the feast of the beast

Read the Writing on the wall

Let your hunger be

My new symphony

Every groan that you moan

Is another verse to me

–

Will ever look me in my dark green eyes?

Will you ever stop and start to realize,

That the satisfaction I know you seek,

Cannot be found in the words I speak?

You so anxiously eat each one of my lies,

So long as you do, you will be utterly weak!

–

So throw me out.

(If you think you can)

So throw me out.

(to be whole again)

So throw me out.

(If you think you can)

So throw me out.

(to be whole again)

–

Come one, Come all

To the headsman’s ball

To the feast of the beast

Read the Writing on the wall

Come one, Come all

To the headsman’s ball

To the feast of the beast

Read the Writing on the wall

–

(So throw me out.)

~j.d.schofield