Silence Dance Of The Dead
She separates
heads from hearts
Under her blade
thoughts and feelings part
Contempt is left intact
Love becomes abstract
Lies become a form of art
She is justice
without the blindfold
She is Virtue
measured in gold
She is the world
Cold as ice
Killing time
Living of vice
She's courage
needed to be vile
A promise
broken with style
At her feet, heartless heads
dance the dance of the dead
with an unrelenting smile
She is Reason
to deprave
She is Freedom
to enslave
She is the world
Cold as ice
Killing time
Living of vice
