O, How Fair, How Elegant An Evil

Thief, when you’re ready
The vault’s unlocked
And the tax collector is gone
Thief, when it’s lawful
And health for their sons
Feast until there’s none
(The dirt will fill our lungs)
Your republic is failing
Your empire is dead
Their gardens are blooming
They will read again
They’ll surely tear their nets
And they will mend
Thief, when you’re wasted
You’re fully alive
And you will realize
We are alike
And I can eat
Like a child never chooses to die
Madam when, when your fragrances run dry
Where will you hide
Where will you hide
When your fragrances run dry
When they run dry
How fair, how fair
How fair, how fair
Let us cleanse our lungs
Let us cleanse our lungs
Until you see my blood
'Til you see my blood
'Til you see my blood
'Til you see my blood
'Til you see my blood
'Til you see my blood
'Til you see my blood
'Til you see my blood
My blood