Posed To Death
by The Faint· from Danse Macabre
i feel a warm resistance/ beneath the outer layer/ what once moved living organs/ leaks through a thin vaneer/ blue blooded royal body/ elegantly posed to death/ not speaking prince now are you?/ not breathing one more breath/ just now the curtain's folding/ it falls and lies to rest/ so selfish royal brother/ you've loved your wife to death/ your ways could not continue/ you'd rule with hateful hands/ i called you toward the staircase/ and i caused your violent end.