Down in Darkness Pt 2

Sitting by the fire with my out-of-tune guitar

Close to me, my wife with open mouth

And we gawk

The screen-preacher's misery

Made to swallow raw

Governmental propaganda

Due to the possessive law

You should fear the sadness that will feed you every night

Don't you dare to raise your voice, provided we ain't right

From ashes you were made, and to dust you will return

And never rise again before you sing along

The law leads the way

But to deceive, dare I say

Yes, the law leads the way

But for me, he's pointing down in the darkness

Down in darkness

In darkness

Where modesty is a foreign word

Painted with despair

Roasting there will be, unlike a peacock in a lake

With a hay wagon between them

With sharp beaks and claws

When no one wishes either neither happiness nor death

The [harness?] gate is shut

It's locked for you and me

You have lost the key when you pretend you didn't see

From ashes you were made, and to dust you will return

And never rise again before you sing along

The law leads the way

But to deceive, dare I say

Yes, the law leads the way

But for me, he's pointing down in the darkness

Down in darkness

In darkness