Through the years of decay we walk like tigers in cages. With each passing turn the smaller and smaller the circles. Every weapon and word legitimate now as protection. But these things should never be spoken. These things should never be spoken. I stand undefeated alone in the ring just pacing. The sweat and the blood dried on my hands all wasted. I'm shouting "come back and fight for I am the king". But the lights are all out and the people are gone. We always burned brightest when no one was watching. Now I kiss the lines on your beautiful face. But these things should never be spoken. These things should never be spoken. And sometimes your hunger for life seems like desperation. And when I read about the world these days all I can feel is hatred. The fortune teller is closing her doors. She looked into the crystal and saw nothing at all. They're waiting round here for something to happen. They won't really want it when it rolls out to greet them. But these things should never be spoken.