Lyrics

Dearly beloved, my fucking enemy,
I have to ask you about that remedy.
Do you believe, really, that shit?
National glory, this fucking story? 
 
Dearly beloved, I’ve been here before,  
trying to warn you about your foe.
It's your nanny, you fucking moron,
a treat for soil, labor, and sorrow.
 
You're the puppet, and she's the master
You're the jester, and she, the Queen.
You stupid fucker, the world disasters,
they are the lords, but you're the ring.
 
Dearly beloved, my loving friends,
don't let 'em throw ya these killing fens.
Target’s the head, your dreams, my dreams. 
Don't kill my dreams. I'm still a kid. 
 
Dearly beloved, please fucking wake up.
It's not too late for your mind to make up.
You have the power. You have the reason.
Convict 'em, now, of high treason.
 
You are the puppets, and they're your masters.
You've been the jesters, and them, the kings.
You stupid fuckers, the world disasters,
they are the lords, but you're the rings.