He was drowning them in charisma
Through wired rooms in awe full of apocalyptic thought
They now saw above the oppressive black clouds
And in the subduing steamin' stewing rain
Through his words He enlightened them
Brought them hope
The hope creeping like poisoned ivy into his crowds
His message so profound to their ears placed him Comfortable in the skies
Or in their Rapunzel towers all medieval
In the Inquisition
You with your heads bowed -
You were obeying orders.
It's not me to blame
No don't look now
Don't shower me with this shame
The people that listened looked through long-rusted bars
As if gazing at the wondrous distant bright stars
They were looking for peace of mind
I say you won't get it here
For some peace it's so hard to find
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