• Place the flowers on the tomb
    Where once gears and pistons churn
    Wake up in a padded room
    Let the fires lick and burn
    All around the softened cell
    Voices come and talk about
    What is said they cannot tell
    Lingering without a doubt
    Put out the amber flames on cue
    Let the ashes fall around
    Dying flames of every hue
    Whispering without a sound
    Call upon the deities
    Higher beings from days of yore
    Cover up atrocities
    Forgotten here forevermore
    Take the flowers from the tomb
    Allow pistons to slow and die
    Sleep inside a padded room
    Walk away and leave the lie