The Room

And in his eyes

There was a room like any other room

There was a table

Free of cups and trays

Surrounded by six chairs of gold with silver cloth

A list that hung against the giant wooden door

And there were men

He'd seen before

None of them looked like their paintings

That hung from the ceilings or walls

And they were nude like their statues

And their eyes never blinked

And they shook their heads as he began to speak

And when he spoke

There was a sound like nothing he had heard

They were the voices

Of all he'd put to death

He tried to tell them all the good things he had done

Distorted words were locked somewhere behind his tongue

They watched him sweat

Wiping his head

And then they threw up the slime

That had started to climb and they rose

And they were nude like their statues

And their eyes never blinked

And they shook their heads as he began to speak, yeah

And they were nude, oh yeah

And their eyes never blinked

And they shook their heads as he began to speak, oh