Bygones

A devil lies daggered at dawn
Its grim features clutch to their last bit of breath
A murdered bad man is a fallen saint
It will be shining armoured knight in death
A sinner sits decapitated in the town centre
Its head, three metres from, its body lies
A murdered bad man is a fallen saint
In life disregarded, fanfare sounds now it dies

(None of it matters now)
The actions so crude, the statements so vile (none of it matters now)
A murdered bad man is a fallen saint
Flowers and medals and ornate wreaths displayed

A disgraceful existence might just be reduced
To condolences sincere, and memories joyful
Light a candle, make it public
Just two weeks before would've got you an earful
Wouldn't want to imply that my conscience is clear
To the bottom of this, I am aiming my head
Tell me, why when respiring disapproval prevails?
But reservation ensueth when the wretched is dead

(None of it matters now)
The actions so crude, the statements so vile (none of it matters now)
A murdered bad man is a fallen saint
Flowers and medals and ornate wreaths displayed

A tactician firm, undoubtedly so
But in values and views, simply vulgar
Without whom where we would be, this nobody knows
Omitting the truth is a danger
An assured pioneer, no questions to follow
Fired shots on a lover and forced down her throat
He's ascended, descended this God only knows
Be wary of those who drop the finger

None of it matters now
(None of it matters now)
None of it matters now
(None of it matters now)
The bygones have gone by, the hatchets are buried
Its name in gold, come shine, come rain
A murdered bad man is a fallen saint