Bygones

A devil lies daggered at dawn

Its grim features clutch to their last bit of breath

A murdered bad man is a fallen saint

It will be shining-armoured knight in death

A sinner sits decapitated in the town centre

Its head, three metres from its body lies

A murdered bad man is a fallen saint

In life disregarded, fanfare sounds now it dies

None of it matters now

The actions so crude, the statements so vile

None of it matters now

A murdered bad man is a fallen saint

Flowers and medals and ornate wreaths displayed

A disgraceful existence might just be reduced

To condolences sincere, and memories joyful

Light a candle, make it public

Just two weeks before would’ve got you an earful

Wouldn’t want to imply that my conscience is clear

To the bottom of this I am aiming my head

Tell me, why when respiring disapproval prevails?

Yet reservation ensueth when the wretched is dead

None of it matters now

The actions so crude, the statements so vile

None of it matters now

A murdered bad man is a fallen saint

Flowers and medals and ornate wreaths displayed

A tactician firm, undoubtedly so

But, in values and views simply vulgar

Without whom where we would be this nobody knows

Omitting the truth is a danger

An assured pioneer, no questions to follow

Fired shots on a lover and forced down her throat

He's ascended, descended this God only knows

Be wary of those who drop the finger

None of it matters now

None of it matters now

None of it matters now

None of it matters now

The bygones have gone by, the hatchets are buried

Its name in gold, come shine, come rain

A murdered bad man is a fallen saint