Singing naught of hope,
Neither love nor compassion;
He croons to our baser selves
Ballads of terror,
Hatred and fear and mistrust.
Pray these become his swansong?
Singing naught of hope,
Neither love nor compassion;
He croons to our baser selves
Ballads of terror,
Hatred and fear and mistrust.
Pray these become his swansong?