Drifting through misery
One day I sought my way
Please trust my fair clear hand
Leading you each step nearer the mire

Walking among us are
The Fire Eaters, beggars fallen
Walking among us are
The Fire Eaters, beggars fallen
The whore and the fool applaud

What eventually I found
Did not make sense to me
With the whole wide world to drown
Immersed in apathy

And it was so long ago
The pain yes she stayed
All are welcome in this killing field

Shove it down on my funeral
Sirens screaming that name
The plot is thickening
At the ticking of the clock

No need to fake the disease
I can see it already spreading
A spectator of your own remission
By the ticking of the clock