There’s a man in a cave
Pale as moon and enslaved
To guard over his wealth
He’s deranged, ill of health
Hunched under the hangings
Of pictures and paintings grotesque.

Gripped blind
Only sees what is palpable
Wry is the feast that’s untouchable
Blinded by hunger she pressed
Girlish lips to a grape.

Uno, dos, t-t-t-t-t-t-tres

Is the beast really the man
Without a choice in his humanity?
No sight of his insanity?
Tread the rope to grow divine
I’ll never dare step out of line.

Uno, dos, t-t-t-t-t-t-tres

There’s a man in a house
Between drones and his spouse
Snatching up fairytales
And delaying its trails
Stiff under the weight of his duties
And pressed for more time.

Firsthand
He controls all that he can command
Cogging life so it runs as he planned
Terrified by the ticking away of his heart.

Is the beast really the man
Without a choice in his humanity?
No sight of his insanity?
Tread the rope to grow divine
I’ll never dare step out of line.

To obey for the sake of obeying
Well that can only be done by people like you.
To obey, just like that
No remorse, capitan.

Is the beast really the man
Without a choice in his humanity?
No sight of his insanity?
Tread the rope to grow divine
I’ll never dare step out of line.