El Empe -

One more charlatan goes mute

Safe in these halls discreetly

I hold out for the rare when the silence is golden

Beg to join me here

Too late (too late…) now to be

Self redeemed for all of these dreams that you’ve wound tightly

Remain enthralled as breathing stalls the course of your mind

And join the line to march in time right back with your flock

Hollow minds stalk rope-less gallows in turn to idle on immersed

Where eager eyes and sameness strangles concern and fashion murders worth

Hey you there on the outside

You there on the fault line

Will you save us from emotion?

Will you save us from the cold tide?

Fuck you, you fool

With your hand me down views

And your Valium counterpoint bullshit excuse

You wouldn’t have a word

If I hadn’t said it first

So cup your little seed and

Beg beggar beg

Beg until you cannot speak

I hold out for the rare when the silence is golden

Beg to join me here or stay where you stand there to deny all your faults and

beg to join me here

Peace now fools to trace your muse beyond the failing hand