Royal Trux -The Spectre
My faith is in the spectre
And there it shall remain
The specter is a surgeon
An anatomic guide
He haunts the lenses of my eyes
And the chemicals in my brain
Once there was a rich man who drank
From the specter's cup
He always held his head so high
But he never would look up
The spectre was above his head
Hanging like a sword
The lesson now it must be said
The spectre is its own reward