World Playground Deceit - Thorns

As you surrender to the virgin born

And as you bow in faithful devotion

To the golden laws of manmade instinct

We take (a long good) look in the crystal ball

And there we see nothing but clouds

In that rotten kaleidoscope reflection

The planet’s own cradle of worms

How can anyone ever triumph?

What were you, what will you be?

We can no longer tell

If you ceased to exist

Would we mourn or remember you?

World playground deceit

Would we mourn?

Could we remember?

You lose now

As if winning

Was your game…

He who knows

Who have seen

And have made

Playground deceit

Imaginary love

Shameless joy

Ravishing grin

Pointed finger

Disdainful might

We turn away

No longer caring

As you surrender to the virgin born

And as you bow in faithful devotion

To the golden laws of manmade instinct

We take (a long good) look in the crystal ball

And there we see nothing but clouds

In that rotten kaleidoscope reflection

The planet’s own cradle of worms

How can anyone ever triumph?

World playground deceit