[Matthew, spoken]
Then, as I fell, I heard Tessie's soft cry, and her spirit fled
And even while falling, I longed to follow her
For I knew that the King in Yellow had opened his tattered mantle
And there was only God to cry to now

[Matthew]
Heaven help the poor man now
You don't have time
Gathering the digital chits
That define your life

Blessed are the rich
Blessed are the dominant
Blessеd are the powerful
Blеssed are the whites and American
Blessed are the victors, to whom go the spoils


[Paul, while Chorus sings "Down" repeatedly]
The fall you believe is not far as it seems
And the deep can not be so alive
The blithe poison meme that you did not believe
But you saw and it entered your mind

[Matthew]
Walk the line, your head held high
The numbers speak your name
The balance of your pride
The one you own
The one you're paying for
The one for profit
Reach from the ground
You keep the scores, balance the scales
Decide who lives or dies
Who is less, and who is more

[Paul, while Chorus sings "Down" repeatedly]
The fall you believe is not far as it seems
And the deep can not be so alive
The blithe poison meme that you did not believe
But you saw and it entered your mind

...

[Matthew, spoken]
It was the best of times
The great enemy, so long feared in its soulless fortress across the sea, had fallen under its own weight
And the promise of a new world beckoned in the free lands
But human hearts chafe in stillness and soon some became restless
Absent of foreign foe to focus their fears
The primal clockwork ticked in impotent agitation
Who contemplates my due?
What predator lurks in the jungle mist?
And as those tendrils of unrest felt their way into the inky black of the collective subconscious
An ancient evil stirred, the King in Yellow

Each time it had appeared in the annals of man, chaos followed in its wake
War, uprising, genocide, murder
Each time, humanity could not see itself in the face of another
There, the words hung in the ether all around
Those who escaped its reading fought the inexplicable madness of its victims
And through long struggle eventually defeated them
Driving the dread gospel underground
But always it returned
When nations grew decadent
When minds fell idle
[Paul]
The fall you believe is not far as it seems
And the deep can not be so alive
The blithe poison meme that you did not believe
But you saw and it entered your mind