The Piper calls the Tune

The Piper calls the Tune (lyrics)

He wields his flute with an expert hand
And then, all too soon
The dancing stops and the children stand
The piper calls the tune.

He holds their future in his palm
An old and powerful man
With missiles poised and bombs at hand
They wait for his command.


With songs of fear and bigotry
A cruel, hypnotic sound
He plays his last tune greedily
And strikes the children down.

Sardonicus

Sardonicus
A human statue made of living stone
A paradox etched in human bone
If you could SEE behind his thin disguise
There`s a hidden glint of madness in his eyes.

Many men are fooled by his smile
His superficial grace his charm his style
Sardonicus is everybody`s Friend
Sardonicus keeps smiling to the end.