Lightning cracked skies and thunderous mad laughs fill my nights.
The echoing orders of the mad tyrant ringing through my days.
As we tromp through the city enforcing his Singaporean law,
The sitcom mentalities proclaim the wonders of order.
Myself and the other beast men run through the steel trees
Rounding up your kind,
Mole people withdrawing further into their tunnels,
Away from us, away from me.
When the rats try to subvert the maze
The Minotaur in our group enacts
The punishment of Edward II or
Orders the most incompetent of us to shoot at their thread.
I tell myself this is for you.
At least our despot makes the trains run on time.