Troublemaker - Crippled Black Phoenix

— «No, Sir.»

Why «No, Sir»?

Why do you think you would not do it again?

— Because they’d send me back to this place, Sir.

«Because they would send me

back to this place, Sir.»

— A conditioned response indicating fear of reprisal.

There’s no moral sense at

work here at all

— In my experience psychopaths rarely show the least sign of inner change or

development.

«Vulpes pilum mutat, non mores», as they say

— The leopard never changes his spots

— Wolf, Sir

— Did you speak, boy?

— Sorry, Sir, but vulpes means wolf, Sir.

«Vulpes pilum mutat, non mores» means,

literally…

…the wolf changes its fur but not its nature

In 1605 he recoiled against the state

Packed explosives underground

Companions play out their roles like some game of chess, make diplomacy unsound

The grails man desires he destroys through the greed in his head

The Protestant King may go down, Trouble Maker was bred

Friends, trouble may rise and trouble may ebb

Of makers and weavers of lies, carefully tread

Trouble may rise, and trouble may ebb

Step back and envisage the whole game

The shipwrecked East End economic underclass knew of his modus operandi

His thrusting and cutting weapons put scars on faces so they’d stand out in a

crowd

Whores talked too much for him

Trades in desire he wanted dead

This horse needs a cage not a stall

Trouble Maker was bred

Friends, trouble may rise and trouble may ebb

Of makers and weavers of lies, carefully tread

Trouble may rise, and trouble may ebb

Step back and envisage the whole game

There’s ways out.

We’ve seen them

We’ve heard those whispers spoken (of) corners inside this maze

Where Trouble Makers wills lay broken

Friends, trouble may rise and trouble may ebb

Of makers and weavers of lies, carefully tread

Trouble may rise, and trouble may ebb

Step back and envisage the whole game