There Will Be No Need for a Cover-up Songtext

As its inception
Wishes to
Close the doors
On the crowd
Speaking treason
Outside of the
Palace walls
An enemy
At the gates
Speaking reason
Against the king's
Cardboard crusade

Lips pantomiming
An undeserved
Thimble of care
Will not stop
His rampage of
Unbridled sloth
Against the pitiful rocks Left over by those
Who had the heart
To live under his
Ten-thousand day reign

Buried under the tears
Let forth by
His own overworked eyes
He lies under
The only blanket
Of sympathy
The poor bastard
Could hope to embrace
His diseased skin

He views his life
With perspective blinded
By blisters of time
To weak
To reach the light
To weak
To shine his massive shadow
Upon the screen
To weak
To realize his life
Is on a borrowed reel
That has already
Been seen

And when he is gone
They will dare to cheer
That his cries of
"Caeci caecos ducentes" *The blind lead the blind*
Will never stir
Their ears again