There’s a man in a cave
Pale as Moon and enslaved
To guard over his wealth
He’s deranged, ill of health
Hunched under the hangings
Of pictures and paintings grotesque
Gripped blind
Only sees what is palpable
Wry is the feast that’s untouchable
Blinded by hunger she pressed
Girlish lips to a grape

Uno, dos, t-t-t-t-t-t-tres
Uno, dos, t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-

Is the beast really the man
Without a choice in his humanity?
No sight of his insanity?
Tread the rope to grow divine
I’ll never dare step out of line

Uno, dos, t-t-t-t-t-t-tres
Uno, dos, t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-

There’s a man in a house
Between drones and his spouse
Snatching up fairytales
And delaying its trails
Stiff under the weight of his duties
And pressed for more time
Firsthand
He controls all that he can command
Cogging life so it runs as he planned
Terrified by the ticking away of his heart

Is the beast really the man
Without a choice in his humanity?
No sight of his insanity?
Tread the rope to grow divine
I’ll never dare step out of line

To obey for the sake of obeying
Well that can only be done by people like you
To obey, just like that
No remorse, capitan

Is the beast really the man
Without a choice in his humanity?
No sight of his insanity?
Tread the rope to grow divine
I’ll never dare step out of line