The people gathered in the courtyard nearby
The people serried up in rows
They will adore him
They will obey him
Before the king they bow in reverent pose

His face is militant and words are furious
He’s lantern-jawed and buttoned up
They will adore him
They will obey him
And now he steps up to the podium

Do you know of the Devil?
As if he spoke it to me.
He stinks of your longing
And he stinks of your dreams
And he seeds your desires
Through the gnash of his teeth
Do you grow on the Devil,
Do you like what he sees

The People cheer and bark like seals on pavement
The women’s lips press to his glove
How they adore him
How they adore him
Intoxicated by his militant love

I sit alone inside these beams of daylight
Deaf to his words I sit alone
They never hear me
They never see me
He beats his fist upon the podium

Every soul knows the devil he continues his speech
And no benevolent shovel can remove his debris
And on some deeper level I would have to agree
How I struggle to stifle his arrival in me

I am the law, I am the way
Heed if you fault or disobey
For Rayoweith I’ll demonstrate
Your severed heads upon my plate
Swallow my might and comely crown
And drink my words to wash it down
Fear not children of my kingdom
Trust I know what’s best for you
Do not despair, be not afraid
Those in the care of doubtless faith
Will be rewarded, food and wage
Inside a warm, comfortable cage
And then said I on humble stage
What thinker thinks, the maker makes
The unaware cleave to the safe
Familiar lives that keep them slaves

From pedestal said he to stave
Arrest the odd miscreant knave
Think you that thine bobbery brave
I’ll have you sliced upon my plate

And now the pig men of the law
Seize opposing thought
The band De Mort Id plays him off