In 1605 he recoiled against the state.
Packed explosives underground.
Companions play out their roles like some game of chess, make diplomacy unsound.
The grails man desires he destroys through the greed in his head.
The Protestant King may go down, Trouble Maker was bred.

Chorus:
Friends, trouble may rise and trouble may ebb.
Of makers and weavers of lies, carefully tread.
Trouble may rise, and trouble may ebb.
Step back and envisage the whole game.

The shipwrecked East End economic underclass knew of his modus operandi.
His thrusting and cutting weapons put scars on faces so they'd stand out in a crowd.
Whores talked too much for him.
Trades in desire he wanted dead.
This horse needs a cage not a stall,
Trouble Maker was bred.

Chorus

There's ways out. We've seen them
We've heard those whispers spoken (of) corners inside this maze
Where Trouble Makers will lie broken

Chorus

We've forgotten who we are.
As men make their own history, still they know we are chained
And bound by all the past traditions of dead generations.
So let's raise this bitter glass to us never getting through.
When I look into your eyes, I can see you see it too.
For I know that you believe in truth.
I try to channel Hughes.
Through you doubt me inconsequentially,
It gives me more to prove.

Was there some hidden grin within your face when we met last winter?
Our past still looms over us as we pretend to be friends.
We exist through history.
Inquiry and knowledge acquired by investigation.
You're like some poor Pharaoh,
(But) no more meek tales of past seasons, for tonight we must make haste.
You are the hunted King, uncrowned.
Cars collide with horses,
Like mere stings of Civilisations.
'Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it'
To quote George Santayana

I had a terrible vision on the last night.
I realized before we can approach we must separate.
No system brings me down, so I won't let this be.
As I sneak over in case our fires collide, medications for old and for wise.
Though I trusted her before, now I sigh at the logic, it sways from the left to the right
Then your mother comes over, improving her pace, as she's sinking her nails in a different face
And my brother was never afraid of the cold when his liver it failed at just nineteen years old

If you give me more time, I won't make you be dead,
And I'll look to the side when you're walking ahead.
I dare you one more time, try and fall in my way.
With your whispers and secrets and lies, it is her you betray.
The justice will be so fantastic, crow's leaving.

Truth's the first virtue in systems. Justice is trickery in my head.
A terrible past situation I never took head of your leading mind.
Holler more! We shriek for the for the fights tonight.
How we shriek for the for the fights
My head's seeing signs in your movements, like my eyes are an all seeing ocean.
Distributive restorative enemies welcome in all the movements we need to breath.
All the visions on our last night never appeared till you spoke all your fears.
I'm struggling to see, and the crow is a fake.
I'm hoping to change but you're walking away.
Throw the coals to the fire so the levee may break,
Dams will be busted so Justice will finally be made.

Crow's private flight maps my leanings in life,
And I love that bird more than it knows.
Crow's private flights holds some inside its sights,
And they hate that bird more than it knows.

Men would fall on both sides, the attacks did surprise.
I earned my colours true, as I lay dying with you in the forests of the Ardennes Mountains.
Storms in the sky, the planes could not fly.
Their sly minds desire, of trying to try, to reach the Meuse River in four days.
I know brother, we fear, and our wives are not near, and your child's unborn.
Does here come the death? This daring we're reading of,
The wind was too strong, your war crimes are a rude sight, in Malmedy that night,
In some SS fucks mind the thoughts come up to decide on the massacre of 84 men.
So near, so far, the end of this War. Push your final offensive here on the Western Front,
Where you try to divide us, but there's a line, where you'll retreat, defeated; Slegfried.

Then the weather allowed a force to the sky, all progression needs fuel,
Yet you try to pursue, or thieve it in your failed operations.
Country wide, the levee's are smeared with my brothers demise,
I'm trying to try, to remember some beautiful days.
Your war crimes are a rude sight, in Malmedy that night,
In some SS fucks mind the thoughts come up to decide on the massacre of 84 men.
I know brother, we fear, and our wives are not near, and your child's unborn.
Does here come the death? This daring we're reading of. The wind was too strong.
So near, so far, the end of this War. Push your final offensive here on the Western Front,
Where you try to divide us, but there's a line, where you'll retreat, defeated; The End.