sic transit gloria mundi

the Lancashire rain falls upon you.
every day, a trap to doom you.
your face a photo, then a painting.
your face a photo, but it's fading.
yeah...
autumn air, your bones are frozen.
stars and smoke fill your Arden.
every wall has a hidden doorway.
every turn is a hidden doorway.
yeah...
such hostile hospitality.
every move, a shade of Antigone.
cobblestones that lead to nowhere.
all these roads that lead to nowhere.
yeah...
is this all hallucination?
confrontation? retaliation?
skeleton limbs cower to the night sky.
old and lonely men cower to the night sky.
yeah...
the error of your ways,
the weight of your errors.
you must walk alongside your prisoners.
the witches are burning.
your witches are burning.
yeah...

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