Lightning hits the house of wax
Poets spill out on the street
To set alight the incomplete
Remainders of the future
 
Hidden in the yard
Hidden in the yard
 
Thunder drowns, the trumpets blast
Poets scatter through the night
But they can only dream of flight
Away from their confusion
 
Hidden in the yard 
Underneath the wall
Buried deep below a thousand layers lay the answer to it all
 
Lightning hits the house of wax
Women scream and run around
To dance upon the battleground
Like wild demented horses
 
Hidden in the yard
Underneath the wall
Buried deep below a thousand layers lay the answer to it all
 
Hidden in the yard
Underneath the wall
Buried deep below a thousand layers lay the answer to it all