Oh, behold this infamity
Behold the grey skies
Beware of her candor
Home of the flies
So, you've seen it all?
So, it stands there?
Growing steep and tall
Like a lonely stare
Oh, not again
Not the wind nor the morrow
Not the hidrogen slopes
Not the canyon of sorrow
Trading dirt and their sweat
Ambrosia falling free
They will never forget
As this story takes three
And wrecking Olympus
And bludgeoning stars
She will carry their fetus
Mind dying from afar
Telling tales of woe
With insanity lurking
Sadly, we go
With nausea sulking
