The Crimson King, the black Lexus, the purple Cadillac, the green Mercedes,
Their hats low and their coats long, their smiles cold like December snow,
Once upon a time I believed in home, now hope is a card trick, like a magician's show,
And in the north a tower rises, crooked and serrated like the tooth of a dragon,
A gaze that never blinks forcing me to see the end in the beginning,
It's a sky like no other, of band tails and lost ogres and the last chance to understand,
In my guise as a fox I've pounced on no man's land.