Kristian Hoffman Palace Of Corn Lyrics

If I pleaded the fifth, could this be prevented?
My cynicism deserts me now. I called you "cute" and I meant it!
How could the depths of my soul form this perky jingle?
The cruel logic of algebra provides an answer that's single

Down the halls, ether squalls songs of welcome:
Come in! Break fast, 'cause now you're home at last
In the palace made of corn
I'm crowned today king of all I survey
In the palace made of corn

Of course your cardiogram registers so faintly
When every word to beguile your heart emerges ever so quaintly
In light of verses like these, who'd not be forlorn?
Even the semen that stains my dreams dries to the color of corn Can't you hear? Chanticleer crows his welcome
Come in! Break fast, 'cause now you're home at last
In the palace made of corn
I'm crowned today king of all I survey
In the palace made of corn

I gave up reading your mind. Could that prose be drier?
Besides I know how it all turns out: you yawn at me and retire
If wanted dead or alive, sure I'd choose the latter -
But in the palace that's made of corn, I guess it just doesn't matter

I detect, oh - winds of ectoplasmic welcome
Come in! Break fast, 'cause now you're home at last
In the palace made of corn
I'm crowned today king of all I survey
In the palace made of corn