The Mule Lyrics

A brilliance under mane
Cloudy lens and subtle strain
A fury sears the vein in time
And momentum is decline
You see the man is sick
With power's a***nic
What politic contradicts
Change
Change in sight
Change
The lay is right
Time
Time ignite
Like a freak, in a beast, in the least
Hand, hang, hang
In a spiralling humanity
There's a cycle we can see
In a throng's monstrosity odds are
There'll always be a mule
You never can predict the mind of a lunatic
A mind so badly sick
With strange arithmetic