Mr. Malum de The Dear Hunter

Mr. Malum's got a secret he keeps when giving speeches.
Just a whispering precision that cuts through hesitation with a sharp and able wit to keep the dogs at bay.

When the truth arrives you wont believe your eyes.
He's triumphs pessimist,
but he's no less content

With the world in the grip of his hands he'll crush the air out of it's lungs.
Say, "We don't want him to have it all..."
but now it's just too late to ask because his hold has turned so tight.

His puppets to the left,
and his pawns to line the right,
but every eye is front and center.
A cool intoxication from the sap that trickles down his branches to their mouths.

When the truth arrives you wont believe your eyes.
A vicious champion,
but he's no less content.

His hold has turned so tight,
the air we're barely breathing's not enough.
In this final gasp that rattles us
to bed the last thing we will see is Mr.
Malum tighten his tie when he slips in his suit.
A link to the cuff and the shine of his shoes.
When the truth arrived you didn't trust your eyes.

You had your chance,
but you turned away again.
You turned your eyes away again.