Mr. Malum

Mr. Malum's got a secret

He keeps when giving speeches

Just a whispering precision

That cuts through hesitation with a sharp

And able wit to keep the dogs at bay

When the truth arrives

You won't believe your eyes

He's triumphs pessimist

But he's no less content

With the world in the grip of his hands

He'll crush the air out of its lungs

Say: We don't want him to have it all

But now it's just too late to ask

Because his hold has turned so tight

His puppets to the left, and

His pawns to line the right

But every eye is front and center

A cool intoxication from the sap that

Trickles down his branches to their mouths

When the truth arrives

You won't believe your eyes

A vicious champion

But he's no less content

His hold has turned so tight

The air we're barely breathing's not enough

In this final gasp that rattles up to bed

The last thing we will see is Mr. Malum

Tighten his tie

When he slips in his suit

A link to the cuff

And the shine of his shoes

When the truth arrived

You didn't trust your eyes

You had your chance

But you turned away again

You turned your eyes away again