Guided by Voices
King Arthur the Red
Cells are crazy in the head, evils buried in the land
For the king, for the dread

Animated freed, and cared
To be led

Violence, hatred in the rains
Kill the best and move the trains
Tax implies by the source of gains

Constant fantasy put in the lanes
No one explains

From the pain to the edge
Set the strokes from heaven's edge
From the wedge, reap the crowd of heaven's edge