Stalking horse

Den of thieves grow long in the teeth, it's a fly blown beaten horse
Bellowing and haphazardly sowing schism and discord
Bewildering debate
Chattel naiveté
And the crushing ennui of bastard mandates
Give their evil gravity
Mark my words, the signified will outlast the signifier this time

Until they all are stripped to sackcloth and ashes
Keep a weathered eye on the stalking horse masses
I'll make you feel it

Contrived behind the blind, they stalk and spoil fertile ground
Pitching woo to ad hoc fools, their hideous pace resounds
Their tongues belong
To someone else
The fury of oz
A sheep skin pelt
Their saber rattling is a crime of oden
We are souvenirs of the kill, give me gut-rest for their prowess makes me ill

Until they all are stripped to sackcloth and ashes
Keep a weathered eye on the stalking horse masses
They'll make you feel it

They approach their quarry hidden in plain sight
As avatars for game you stand without fright
I'll keep my own council on who's wrong or right
They've been measured and found wanting and blighted

We've become
Archipelagoes swallowed by a storm tossed sea
So we must
Refresh the tree of liberty

Until they are all stripped to sackcloth and ashes
Keep a weathered eye on the stalking horse masses
We'll make them fucking feel it