• There you go again,
    ranting and raving.
    Even in your grave,
    you don't lay in peace.

    So you have somethin' to say?
    Speak my friend,
    do tell your tales of deceit.

    My dear puppet master,
    tangled in your lies.
    Do tell your stories to me,
    entertain my wandering mind.

    Even in your grave,
    my dear dark friend.

    So say you never sleep?
    Never wept upon your knees?

    Ranting and raving,
    even after your days.

    Do tell do tell,
    you know them so well.