On the Royal Courts of Justice

Magnificently crafted stone in the honour of justice.
On a godly plane with intricate detail and grandeur delight.
Now I must obey the law and depart due to the facts presented to me.
I obey because I should of known what I was getting into.
Bye, bye, birdie.

The backdoor men live underground
lives not tied to any wives and fucking the hives.

My legs are tired from climbing to the stars.
My head aches from finding my way.
My ears hurt from indirect sonic assaults.
My eyes bleed from penetrating stares.
My neck hurts from soul gazing looking down.
My spirit lives to breathe life.