A Million Kittens on Fire

If you could strum betrayal
If bitterness could croon
They'd sing out weak and frail
This deathlike, tuneless tune

We are ruled by beauties and liars
We are hung from sodden sheets
Hear the voices of heaven's choir
Slaughtered sheep, they flail and bleat
Angels fling themselves from the spires
Perish in the hear
Hear the screams as all expire
Hear the world cry its defeat
Sounds like a million kittens on fire
Darting down the street

The emptiness is humming
The pit spits forth its strings
And through this strychnine strumming
Corroded cymbals ring

We are ruled by beauties and liars
We are hung from sodden sheets
Hear the voices of heaven's choir
Slaughtered sheep, they flail and bleat
Angels fling themselves from the spires
Perish in the hear
Hear the screams as all expire
Hear the world cry its defeat
Sounds like a million kittens on fire
Darting down the street