The Beast is King

Written by: laszlo kecsedi

Hammering on the doors of my tomb
I want to get out, I want to break through
Beauty`s a prisoner, the beast is king
Truth, the tiny bee, has a painful sting

My soul`s on fire, my body`s for hire
I`ve got boundless desire and a mind to admire
A paradise we`ve turned into a living hell
Angels without wings onto this earth fell

A dream of life in a sleep of coma
The law is fulfilled to the last iota
Feel my pulse, can`t find the aorta
The curse has spread to psycho and soma

An infinite maze lies within the gates
You go on a chase but you are chased
Find the prize or meet your own demise
Darkness forever – the light is unseen by the blind 

Hammering on the doors of my tomb
I want to get out, I want to break through
Beauty`s a prisoner, the beast is king
Truth, the tiny bee, has a painful sting