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
(Or choke on his time)
For what we've forsaken
And taken too soon
(Taken too soon)
Before murdering old mother
We'd dance on the moon
(Dance on the moon)
Deaf to the thunder
That silently cracks
(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
(Bell tolling destruction, our final swan song
Bell tolling destruction, our final swan song
Bell tolling destruction, our final swan song
Bell tolling destruction, our final swan song
Bell tolling destruction, our final swan song)
Our final swan song