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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 (all) all (all) all (all) 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 (all) all (all) all (all) all...

Hidden in the yard

Underneath the wall

Buried deep below a thousand layers

Lay the answer to it all, all, all, all...

Oh...

Oh...