Lyrics

The Song sits on a throne in the dark
It’s the ruler of all it surveys
The Song has never been heard in this world
But it’s gonna be heard today
The Song stands up and takes its first steps
The Song stumbles in the black for the door
The Song isn’t sure it’s ready to leave
But it can’t stay here any more

Mmmm, mmm mmmm
Here comes The Song

The Song slouches toward Bethlehem
Because it’s looking for a place to be born
The Song is blowing in the wind
Like a flag that’s just been torn
The Song creeps down alleys at night
Just looking for a head to invade
The Song doesn’t give a damn who it hurts
The Song just wants to be played

Ooh, ooh ooh
Here comes The Song

Demon or mathematics, who’s to say
Parasite or angel, either way
It’s just The Song

The Song is dangerous, The Song is cruel
But it’s too beautiful to be contained
The Song is full of woeful clichés
About the summer sky and autumn rain
The Song is devious, the song always lies
But The Song is made of nothing but truth
The Song is older than the goddamn hills
But The Song belongs to the youth

Oh, oh oh
Here comes The Song

The Song came to her in a dream
Like a flabbergasting omen of death
The Song whispered all the histories
Of all the things that haven’t happened yet
The Song pretended to be her friend, yeah
The Song, it was her ticket to ride
The Song, it took her to the stratosphere
But The Song, it ate her up inside

Oh, oh oh
Here comes The Song
Oh, oh oh
Here comes The Song