We will wear our burning plastic crown
Black melting tears, dripping and smoking
A court full of jesters covered in jet fuel
Sitting on the stool with feet swinging
Eyes bleeding oil
Corrupted salted soil
Hearts of men on rolling boil
Blindly hurling ourselves into the rift
Emotions clipped, surgically removed
A fire is burning under the lake
The waves are washing us to waste
Last breath before the undertow