| "Bone & Matter" | |
| You've got them rolling in the aisles You caught the conscience of a king Here's poor Yorrick's skull, once had tongue and could sing You knew him, Horatio, but that was a long time ago There are sweets for the sweet and ashes to dust Your ghost could be lying, so whom can you trust? There's nothing left to decide, but you just don't know These things you see atop the ladder They chill you to the bone and matter What's the matter that you read? What's the matter that you write? You're scaring us now, we hope you're all right (at least some of us do) And I think you'll agree this is not your creation And that heaven is making your peace with damnation And no one is more damned, more damned than you This scene is finally played, you lie dead by the sword These flights of angels your only reward The thoughts fly up, but the words below remain Your duty discharged at the cost of these lives The rest is silence, and only survives Bound in the book and volume of your brain | |