I Know You Can Hear It - Dear Reader

Emblazened with gold

A statue of old

Punctures the soil

A head on a pole

Everyone look, watch, and record

Dance to the drums, to the beat of my heart

Dance to the drums, to the beat of my heart

I know you can hear it

The beat of my heart

Know you can hear it

A cry on the air

A cry on the air

Listen to him

The ring of despair

A martyr my dear, a martyr my dear

Come lend an ear to the whistle

The keening sound

Come lend an ear to the whistle

The keening sound

I know you can hear it

The keening sound

Know you can hear it

Why are you crying?

We’re all busy dying

It is for the best

She’ll find her place

With the rest of the saints

In the sky

Nothing is missing

The music we’re playing

Is full of rays

Take a long, deep breath

And gather yourself for the climb

Long live the King

Love live his bride

Farewell the prophet

The thorn in our side

Put all your finery, prepare the feast

Dance to the drums

To the silence between every beat

Dance to the drums

To the silence between every beat