He Falls To Me - The Hidden Cameras

He’ll be the first one

Forming alliance

Falling, unable

Fortify our power

We’ll ride like horses

on the horizon

Menacing eyeballs

Fortitude gallop

In someone’s head in someone’s bed

They’ll keep arriving

Apples and oranges

Gobbling the last dregs

Mouth full of foul age

Brim forth eternal

Day of doom coming

From the cathedral

Office is crumbling

Calling to arm us

Armed with our sabers

Nail in the coffin

Televised newscast

Of his great blunder

All is forgiven

Building our houses

Closer together

In someone’s head in someone’s bed