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. Undemeath the wall

Buried deep below a thousand layers lay

The answer to it all

Lightning hits the house of wax

Woman scream and run around

To dance upon the battleground

Like wild demented horses

Hidden in the yard. Undemeath the wall

Buried deep below a thousand layers lay

The answer to it all