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