Cassels - Every Castle's Crumbling King

The land is awash with testosteroneBleaching the streetsBursting the damsA terror formed venal and bellicoseIs injected intravenously direct to the glansA father, a figure, a spectreHangs like a shadow over Bruder and SchwesterA stalker, a violent molesterShapeshifting saints and deities promising protectionFrom the hoardsOf straw menAttack ad hominemMachiavellianAscensionOf the WurmännerEvery castle needs a kingAnd every lip must kiss a ringYou have bestowed an open woundTeach me to form a fist and I will leave a bruiseOver time pride erodes the hairlineSkyscrape away and hide all signs of declineEach new proxy warWill help unclog the poresAnd every castle's crumbling kingWill be rebuilt and reborn again and again