What is the price of malfeasance What does our hubris bring Shadows in four as war rides forth An ode to the New World Kings I have found the way of salvation It lies at the end of strings A forked tongue to soothe with cold untruth We are pathetic beings The gods of error The gods of shame The extrication of tyrants we're to blame They slit our throats when we made them kings a hemophagic lust for power as the Dying bird preens Treat the world for what it's worth This is my antithesis Of the droll you secrete for the masses Stained glass shatters over your head Blood for the cause may the scribe write in ashes A tongue shriller than all the music calls me Into doom as I drag you there What is the cause of all despair What you praise, may the fabric tear The end is nigh, might as well cut throat though As it falls around you, look up to scapegoat Doomed to walk this wretched path What is the price of malfeasance What does our hubris bring Shadows in four as war rides forth An ode to the New World Kings I have found the way of salvation It lies at the end of strings A forked tongue to soothe with cold untruth We are pathetic beings This is my antithesis Of the droll you secrete for the masses Stained glass shatters over your head Blood for the cause may the scribe write in ashes A tongue shriller than all the music calls me Into doom as I drag you there What is the cause of all despair What you praise, may the fabric tear