Satanic Messiah

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

Raise the trumpet

Sound the drum

He whom the prophet spoke of long ago has come

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

Raise the trumpet

Sound the drum

He whom the prophet spoke of long ago has come