Disciple Song

[Verse 1] Laying awake with your old guitar Gripped between my fists Thinking about how you swept away All the lives I might have lived And in your place, there's a marble eye Accumulating dust Present there in the way you were Present with mistrust [Chorus] Everybody's laughing I can't see their eyes Everybody's watching Everybody die [Verse 2] Arbiter of my worthiness Arbiter of truth Make me into a melody I can sing when you are through Pantomime my disciple's song Pantomime my death Hope you got the good seats Hope it's worth the price of it [Chorus] I can feel you laughing Every time I cry I can see the virtue Draining from your eyes