[Verse 1] In Pan's labyrinth where vined streets intertwine, While stark neon signs blink with broken machines, There's diagnosed dance of deceit in every spine, A symphony of pilled shadows, twisted failure routine. Architects of chaos wear suits and sly smiles, eyes dead as circuit boards, hearts hollow as drums, They feed on the faithful, the meek, and torture the mild, Like vultures circling carrion, they feast on grounded plums. [Pre-Chorus] theater of the absurd and despised, where the weak act strong, as the noble are trampled beneath the heel of the throng, There's a rhythm, a pulse, an electric delight, A wicked exhilaration the diseased feel in the chaos and fright. [Chorus (Thrill):] Oh, there's thrill in the hunt, stacked dance of the devils, In this civic ballet it seems short term sinners prevail, The ironies sing karmic like sirens on the wind, In this twisted tapestry where the villains rule, They dance dark desire around noble strong As if the meek win when others are wrong. It's an awesome thrill to be thriving though. In spite of all unkind. new freedom of the mind! [Verse 2:] Mary Jane's smokestacks stain billboards, specter emerges, the phantom of poverty, ignorance, and despair, They'll claw at the heights, seeking approved egoic division, From shareholders who deem them as less than dirty air. Their lives wallow struggle, sin's desperate, futile fight, Against currents commenced commerce, tides of deceit, Even in their diseased hearts, there's spark, burning buddha light, A hunger for will power, a thirst to stop the repeat. [Pre-Chorus:] cheer's to lame parasites, leeches, and cartoon fed fools, To fetid backward cults and their broken, twisted rulings, There's a rhythm in nature, Pan approved pulse, electric delight, Sorting the chaos through civic life, dance of the night's strife. [Chorus (Thrill):] Oh, thrill as result of the hunt, stacked slow dance the devils, Crash civic ballet showing short term sinners steal stale, The ironies hammer karmic like sirens call the wind, Pan Fryer twists the tapestry when silly villains rule, They dance dark desperation around noble strong As if the meek can win when others won't belong. It's an awesome thrill to be diligent driving though. In spite of all unkind. now freedom of the mind! [Bridge:] How could you argue with still mirror, with past reflection? With ghost baked machine, with 'THE' specter's inspection? What path lies ahead, what future can we find if we're untrue, every step forward a struggle, a bond dirties you! The win now is dodging, water whistling over stone. In the river of life, ancient parasites roam. My team reawaken our civic, neighbors so true, Instead of backward western cult that already blew. I hope you can see it too, Aquarian blue sky these villains will surely fall. maybe they already did! [Chorus (Thrill):] Oi Oi, thrilling the hunt, sing to the sirens, ongoing civic ballet where the sinners know hell, The ironies heavy sing like whispers exhaled breeze, iron out twisted tapestry steam the villains rule, They stumble dance around pillared noble strong As if the absolutely vital can be wrong. It's an awesome thrill to be alive. Outro: Here's to the dancers, the leapers, and the fools, To the backward cults and the broken, twisted rules, There's a rhythm, pulse resonant, an electric delight, In the chaos of civic life, join the dance of the night. In spite of all that’s unkind. with music unwind develop the mind talent progress fuels
