Come hither stand before the show
Ending not now, however low
Making sure to toast their show
That which made them all the riches
Has turned them into sons of bitches
In the shadows still, they go
Death and he, they ought to know
Though their gain lasts all a wonder
Their hearts, they scream among the thunder
Crashes still, does that old foe
And unknowing are we to all that go
That in the darkest of these walls
Lies darker truths, and to us they call
'Come hither, stand before the show
Watch in wonder, as the shadows grow
On the grandest stage, before the world
Watching none, as they yield their sword'
And laugh they do, at all who slow
While still their powers grow and grow
Of all their madness, fear is the worst
It's that, which does so harden their thirst
Yet in the dark, the walls now grow
Between the world and the men who know
Among the thunder, heard again, not low
'Come hither, stand before the show'
by David B. King (1998)
In the shadows, there they go
Behind the walls their powers grow
With a force, their money's gained
To the others, their riches weighed
Down that street, they travel so
Taking all they'd ever know
Stopping only to say goodbye
Among this and that, lie after lie
