Hired Mourners

In the wavering lights of dawn
The hollow men sing, oh
I was little then a pawn
But less than a king, oh
They fled us food around
And so with the wind, oh
Black nights came and on
Demanding our heed, oh

Leave no stone unturned
Buried undisturbed
Pure evil
Might get to you first
To the comfort of your blurred
Neutral corner of the word
Your travel

Queen bee crossed the board
Community bleeds, oh
They know the flock is hers
To comfort and feed, oh
But a tidal wave is set
To crash and recede, oh

Continual defeat
You know you can't compete
With the specter
Up from the towers
Hired mourners have your six
Don't surrender
Step into the light
Pull the thread and see at last
What unravels
A great lost leader
Accustomed, well-observed
You get the deity you deserve
Pure evil