[Verso 1]
Lightning hits the house of wax
Poets spill out on the street
To set alight the incomplete
Remainders of the future
Hidden in the yard
Hidden in the yard
[Verso 2]
Thunder drowns the trumpets blast
Poets scatter through the night
But they can only dream of flight
Away from their confusion
[Coro]
Hidden in the yard
Underneath the wall
Buried deep below a thousand layers lay
The answer to it all
[Verso 3]
Lightning hits the house of wax
Women scream and run around
To dance upon the battleground
Like wild demented horses