The iron's splitting
Pitted to the touch
Pretense is failing
A lifetime is enough
The table's turning
It's tipping luck
The veil is disappearing
It can only take so much
The order is leaking
Its bars are all but rust
Crop is dying
Invented rest
The custom trying
To make up for its mess
The table's turing
Upright at best
The veil is tearing
It's been cut for something less
The order is leaking
It's breathing down your neck
The order is leaking
Its bars are all but rust
The veil is tearing
It can only take so much
Convention started bleeding
And is colder to the touch
The order
The iron's splitting
Pitted to the touch
Pretense is failing
A lifetime is enough
The table's turning
It's tipping luck
The veil is disappearing
It can only take so much
The order is leaking
Its bars are all but rust
It can only take so much
The order is leaking
Its bars are all but rust