Porcupine Tree

A systematic killer
Returning from Madrid
Murdered Mozart in his garden,
Mussolini ran and hid.
He was chosen by his elders
Sitting on the shelf,
They passed his heart to Satan,
Who showered them with wealth.
A Purple Haze crawled on the lawn
Where lonely angels played
And Shakespeare wrote of Vietnam
While a president decayed.
Hollow laughter from below
Cracked the sky in two
As Manson dance inside the flames