i. THE EMPEROR
Standing in the space that holds the silent lace of night
                                          away from you
You think that you can hold the searing, moulten gold between
                                         your fingers ...
But it slips through, tearing tendons as it goes,
exposing the white of a knuckle ...
flesh-and-metal forming letters in the mould.
Cradling you gun, after choosing the ones you think should die-
Lying on the hill ... crawling over the windowsill into your
                                  
I Look Good lyrics

I look good, always, but especially today
Professionally fresh on display like hey
Take a picture, its not a dream I'm flat out gorgeous
Maybe its because I eat a lot of oranges
I don't know I can't help it, I'm not even tryin
Really, I'm hot you think I
        living-room
They stare out, glass-eyed aimless heads,
bodies torn by vultures ..
you are the man whose hands are rank with the smell of death.
Saviour of the Fallen, Protector of the Weak,
Friend of the Tall Ones, Keeper of the Peace ...
       Ah, but it is the only way you know .....
Looking out to sea, a flattened plane of weeds which bear no living
You crush life in your fist as your heart is kissed by the lips
                                           of death
Ghosts betray you, ghosts betray you, in the night they steal your eye
from its socket ...
an
What You Won't Do For Love lyrics

I guess you wonder where I've been
I searched to find the love within
I came back to ley you know
Got a thing for you
And I can't let go
My friends wonder what is wrong with me
Well I'm in a daze from your love you see
I came back to let you know
Got a t
d the ball hangs fallen on your cheek.
Complaining tongues are stilled; a thousand mouths are filled
                                         with rusting metal.
Your face a shade of green; somehow you try to speak through all the
                                      garbage in your mouth
But it won't come out, and you cannot frame the words
as your stepson
throws your fame into the flames and you are burned.
Saviour of the Fallen, Protector of the Weak,
Friend of the Tall Ones, Keeper of the Peace.
       Ah, but it is the only way you know ..........
ii. THE ROOM
(a Mhic Iarla Nam) Bratach Bana lyrics

Live by sword and you shall die so,
All your power shall come to nought,
every life you take is part of your own,
death, not power, is what you've bought.
Cringing in your room as the outriders of doom step
                                  on your threshold;
Begging for your life as the impartial knife sinks in your
                                   screaming flesh ...
without malice, merely taking murder's toll,
you must pay the price of hate, and that price is
                                  your soul ....
Live in peace or die forever in your war-room.