have you seen my body
dead, before me like a crown ?

I see kings of clay with rabid eyes
manic preachers in disguise
I see the moon in darkened skies
I see thy tears, that gently rise
like newborn creatures of the night
and yes, I see the little child
playing in the candle light
I see angels by his side
and death in every color
and death in every shadow
and death in everything

smile, my mocking bird
smile, my mocking bird

knives are marching in