And Plague Flowers the Kaleidoscope

Kings of our emptiness, the flagellants align (Ware to walk the painted) Their mouths fill with questions, blessed they are by God's tokens (The painted path) Blessed they are by God's tokens Walking the painted path through our plague fields (Ware to walk the painted path) (Through the plague fields) Kings of this carousel, disfigured upon white horses With Goya's claws and Dore's wings Down golden locks to red crosses Crowned children screaming from funeral shrouds To rapid eye movement, heart-strings undone Our beautiful filth dances And plague flowers Why our wall to reason fall, only human Kings of our emptiness, the flagellants align Their mouths fill with ashes and death's tongue The dappled dying (And plague colours) Flowering cold grey tombs With crumbling walls, I feel (A masterpiece of pain) Our truth is laid bare (The portrait of what we are)