Far beyond 
Here lies the vaudville where creatures are gathering 
The assembly 
Cackle and drool at a land slowly dying 
The monologue begins 
The man is abandoned 
He cracks a lonely smile like an oyster that’s been shucked and dead 
The company, the red, posies they spring and they whipered (Sweet tragedy) 
There’s a bird who’s broken down 
She hunts the soil so her young can feed 
But the morning never stays for long 
And a flock will starve for needs 
This is the exit or she was sown in for the soil 
And the crowd all cheered as the menace beasts destroyed the crop and field (Sweet tragedy) 
The ensembles tune 
Of wretched abandon 
We’re desperate souls 
They litter the pavement 
They feast on the world 
In arrogant fashion 
They come from the waters to spoil in his sun (How could you float to me now)