The king wears a crown like no other;
Gaudy ornaments conceal a cranium of illusion and treachery.
He points to the left, executing the peaceful lamb.
Signalling to the right, he leads his people into war.
But they see and hear nothing,
For their heads are buried in the sand
With the lifeless others who dared defy the chosen one.
A life without purpose, without freedom and dreams,
Welcome to the land of nightmares.