Whistler

You are actors in my story
Masters, puppets, king and clown
Whispering Memento Mori
Slave that holds a laurel crown

You burned the witches, but not their dreams
They're making breaches in your maxims
Now you're complaining, bitch, moan and whine
Cause I'm still standing, this world is mine

I hear their voices, bloodcurdling screams
In good old stories and passing memes
They sent a shiver down your spine
Cause I'm still standing, this world is mine

You burned the witches, disguised the truth
Then drowned in squabbles to spoil the youth
They were alive, when they faced the flames
You're all forgotten but not their names

Whims and hysteria become mainstream
I'm like an eagle, I'll fly upstream
Don't try to scare me, to break or buy
Had guts for living, have guts to die



Credits
Writer(s): Val Hill
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