Alas, the beating heart has caught aflame;
The world is shaking with its strangled cries
And suffocated is the Beast in shame.

Like lions running wild and free, untamed,
To own this Creature is the greatest prize.
Alas, the beating heart has caught aflame.

The children temp its teeth with wicked games,
Their fragile forms like dancers in its eyes,
And suffocated is the Beast in shame.

The hunger claws its face, always the same
With pinpricks clogging up the empty skies;
Alas, the beating heart has caught aflame.

It looks around and sees no one to blame
As murdered suns like blood stains start to rise,
And suffocated is the Beast in shame.

It's bleeding from a vileness with no name
As all around, each raindrop falls and dies;
Alas, the beating heart has caught aflame
And suffocated is the Beast in shame.