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
he cracks a lonely smile like an oyster thats been shucked and dead
the company the red, posies they sprang and whispered, "sweet tragedy"

"theres 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 ensembles tune, of wretched abandon
where desperate souls, they litter the pavement
beasts roam the world, in arrogant fashion
(trampling the harvest and spoiling the soul)