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 (bis)
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, d-d-d...
Uno, dos, t-t-t-t-t-t-tres
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