Hearse

The hearse is hovering
and the beast is waiting
the tables have turned
and the shame has been learned

I wait for a while
and I find the style
now I’m rich, full of wealth
I will feast on your health

I find my self in debt
with things I have gained
I will go, now that I have trained
and I give the order
for you to cross the border

I found your momentum
I’m glad you had time to invent them
and I won’t follow
any of your sorrow

You are here to die
and you certainly won’t be able to lie
now you are on your own
goodbye ©