From the recording The Writer and the Written

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Lyrics

Ring around the Rosy
Pockets full of posies
Ashes, ashes
We all fall down

So ahead of all your peers
The king of your career
The son of success
Knowing all you've done will be revered
Concealing all your fears
The things you hide inside
All for the sake of you and your useless selfish pride

The world sleeps under your thumb
While you sleep under your roof
A living mockery of God
Ignoring any that you can't use

The thought appears for just a moment
Somewhere on the periphery
A conjured image from the darkness
Of all those who rest in need

So shut your eyes and close your ears
Numb your heart to all their tears
Just tell yourself that it's not real
Don't leave a trace that you can feel

Their sunken eyes beg from hunger
A crumb off the table would suffice
But your greed gives no allowance
Concerning their petty lives

Here I am bringing vengeance
For all your apathetic hate
Don't you know of Siren's judgment?
You'll receive your due fate

So shut your eyes and close your ears
Numb your heart to all their tears
Just tell yourself that it's not real
Don't leave a trace that you can feel

No hesitation
A blade cuts off breath
From ashes rising
A siren sings

So shut your eyes and close your ears
Close your heart to all their tears
Just tell yourself it's no big deal
Don't leave a trace that you can feel

Ring around the Rosy
Pockets full of posies
All of them are dead