Lyrics
What seems to be the problem.
Did you really think you would talk to them?
Even if you could what would you say?
Take my advice and stay away.
So sorry I'm not versed in your nomenclature,
but still I must relate on a dismal failure.
Would you please let me in? I must speak with the king.
The systems breaking down and he must do something.
So many times before we sent you warning.
Dissension and unrest are outside forming,
but still you haven't heard not of a single word,
of the real discontent beneath the surface.
Here they come... Here they come...
Here they come... Here they come...
The mob is back again, I don't think they're leavin'.
They send their regards in the form of friction,
They're sounding out the call, they're scaling up the walls.
You must do something to propel this evil off...
