Cleopatra Dreaming

The curtain lifts; bad dreams become real
You crack your whip and the lion halts
Frozen in a motionless roar
Call it deja vu; or the same night after night
You waltz 'cross the stage
Opposite tiring satires of those murderous men

'Cause you could've been Cleopatra
'Cause you're the only one who knows just how that feels
To be baptised in the sins of your father
All of history will echo to the sound of your name

A marriage of convenience; hypnotically medium
He claims to hear voices
But none of his words sound like something you'd say
You're consumed from within by this life of captivity
Where once you wore diamonds
Now there's nothing but shackles and shame

'Cause you were made for so much better
But there's no-one at this address who goes by that name
'Cause she's been consumed in the funeral fires
All of history will echo to the sound of your name

You can't stop the blood flowing
Or change the past
Make your move or resign
They'll play on with or without you
In this prologue to history; it's not all make-believe
Not all claws have been pulled
Or teeth torn from innocent gums

'Cause you could've been Cleopatra
'Cause you're the only one who knows just how it feels
To be baptised in the sins of your father
But all of history will forget how much you laughed