Elected as epic through tales of what's tested I find this so stellar I grin,
grin as a man can only grin for investments obsessed in this electric cellar I'm in,
for within this cellar I seek out the dwellers that in my mind I play a masquerade,
so the shades of our times today that night be thy play of a blind man's game I made,
oh, made as one wished through the still of a kiss be this our lights to a panic heart,
to embark through what's dark to miss this once bliss of a candid angel's bark,
see to it now that I stand on this ground eager as the hounds that wait for a shed of blood,
so be from the floods of our tears that still run that now I bow for the dead man's chest of mud,
through rum we still hum for the end that's begun despite what's gone right was born to be wrong,
and what's done shall be done so send them their guns for tonight be no sight to the end of our song.
still, elected as epic through tales of what's tested I find this so stellar I grin,
grin as a man can only grin.....in this electric cellar I'm in.