Satanic Messiah

[Verse 1]

I saw the posters popping up around the city

Pale blue and washed-out red

I went down to the arena, pushing through

Hoping I'd run into you

Sweet freshly-scrubbed smell of the crowd

All the excitement in their eyes

We were all made young when he stepped onto the stage

Like an animal escaping from his cage

[Chorus]

Raise the trumpet

Sound the drum

He whom the prophet spoke of long ago has come

[Verse 2]

All of us too dazed to leave when it was over

Dawdled by the vendors for a minute

Gathered underneath a summer sky

I was hoping you'd pass by

But though I didn't see you that day, or the next

I'm pretty sure that you were there

Making your way among the young and happy horde

Headed down to your award

[Chorus]

Raise the trumpet

Sound the drum

He whom the prophet spoke of long ago has come