Swan Song

What do you see with the eyes in your head?

Pitiful struggle, or are you content?

Fear and anger so garishly clothed, resignation and ignorance tied up in bows

A king to a pauper, a sad wizened clown

A joke an' a punchline, people all 'round

Rose-tinted glasses and no-one is sane

A big waltzing blindfold, we are what we play

We are what we play, and nothing is sane

What can he hear with his ears in his hands?

Her silently weeping, his head in the sand

Patiently lurking in water in wine, he'll drown by her tears, or choke on his time

For what we've forsaken and taken too soon

Before murdering old mother, we'd dance on the moon

Deaf to the thunder that silently cracks, we're holding our breath until her collapse

What do you feel with your heart in your chest?

Some few thousand years, could soon come to rest

Do you feel the butcher? The bullet that bores

With corkscrewing chaos and mighty a roar

What do you feel with your heart in your chest?

Some few thousand years could soon come to rest

On the shoulders of man and his bag full of bombs

Bell tolling destruction our final swan song