Cut from the cloth
Collected scraps from the Flea
Chosen to lead
Poisoned the well which we drink

It’s all for the cause
The cause is in me
A bartender keeps tabs
While you spit blood in the sink

Make way for the crusaders
The last of the divine
Intervening will get you nowhere
Listening might

Stand behind pillars
An honest scout turns an eye
Fumes emit from a sprinkler
They surround the outside