I don't mean to be a misery,
but I have to tell you,
tell you straight.
There
are zombies in the closet and they're not prepared,
prepared to wait.
We are the tribe that eats itself,
a spitzhound,
not a morsel thing.
And navigates this desert by a cold and threatening.
Does anybody have the charts,
a coordinate,
or maps?
A hint of a direction to avoid further dismantles?
A throw of dice,
a toss of coin,
decides what Mrs. Luck might bring.
As we navigate this desert by a cold and threatening.
Termite,
tempest,
false tsunami,
haven't we heard it all before?
Await the beast and join the feast,
this party is an open door.
Honor,
welcome,
honor,
join the penitence,
and appease the king.
While we navigate this desert by a cold and threatening.
We placed our trust in sad,
self-doubting leaders who have led.
Led us through the dark to slip amongst
the ranks and files of walking dead.
Send to us a guiding symbol,
tiny bird on the wing.
As we navigate this desert by a cold and threatening.
Now back across the Daggerland,
we'll hire mighty force redeem.
The one who dropped the Morrow compass failed to fulfill the dream.
We'll testimony tarnish him with sticky reputation cling.
As we navigate this desert by a cold and threatening.
Cheer up Charlie,
brave a smile,
lift your chin and walk the walk.
The angels watching over all the snakes,
the doves,
the serpent,
hawk.
There must be another Eden future garden of earthly delight.
Next time no fruit in birthday suit,
walk naked through the heavenly night.
As we navigate this desert by a
cold and threatening.