Monarch - Nocturne

He waits and watches, eyes wide open

Muscles tensed, skin cold, body locked and frozen

Waiting and watching, hands tied by some unknown fear

Clenched hands, shaking, until the apparition appears

You’ve opened doors

Sold your soul

You’ve opened doors

Sold your soul

You’ve opened doors to sovereign pain

(Sold your soul for political gain)

Mercy forgotten and soldiers are marching

Tension is twisting in your mind

Grey skies are calling for torpor in your life

Exiled from paradise;

again

As we dance a bloody waltz…

As we dance a bloody waltz…

Convulsive marionettes, dancing, held by knotted string

Tangled within discount politics and toxic streams

As we dance a bloody waltz