Vision in black
Stands upon an unnamed grave
His shadow, casting longer than his pale horse's face
The setting sun reflects upon his silver, sickle glaive
As he silently admires the hangman's trade
'Cause the more things change
The more they stay the same
Who's to say, who's to take the blame?
But death doesn't make mistakes
A skeleton man unscrolls a long list of names
The ink is old and faded, but I know he's there for me
In his violence, there is wisdom
In his silence, there is pain
But he can't wipe that hollow grin from his face
'Cause the more things change
The more they stay the same
Who's to say, who's to take the blame?
But death doesn't make mistakes
A filthy halo forms above my head as the vultures leave their nest
Who am I to deny them their pound of rotten flesh?
The roaring crowd devolves and in their stead
A pack of wild men beat their chests
As I provide them all some entertainment at its best
'Cause the more things change
The more they stay the same
Who's to say, who's to take the blame?
But death doesn't make mistakes
(Death doesn't make mistakes)
Death doesn't make mistakes
(Death doesn't make mistakes)
Ivory hand turns the final page
I can hear his dry bones creaking with every move he makes
But I sign the dotted line in blood
And just like that, the deal is done
The mantle has been passed as the reaper turns to dust
