Anarchist Finch - Macbeth lyrics

Three witches plotted merrily from battles side Discussing plans for the future of a figure as the battle died ‘Fair is foul and foul is fair' was what they decide As they plot to help Macbeth push his good aside Then we travel to the Scottish stand The man who had the crown Was fighting for his land When the battle looked bland Command ordered one back One of their damned to talk of the attack “Brave Macbeth!” he exclaimed “Well he deserves that name” As he went on to explain the torture and the pain Coming from the play With the Norweyan force slaying Saying what he meant by his claim of the Thane “He faced the slave” talking of the enemy “Fixed his head upon our battlements” Applause was plenty See this warrior was war ready but sadly for him Though his, present was bright his near future was dim Meanwhile, following orders wasn't Cawdor's lord's cause Rebelling from the force of the king that was his thought source But he was caught by the rest of the military Brought to justice without even a whimper of sympathy Without Macbeths presence king Duncan had decided The title of the Ex-thane would be bridled on the fighter But to the surprise of Mac a sight that would astound him He would be told by the witches of a crowning He had power on his mind from that time Contacting his wife, they confide in the night “Look like the innocent flower but be the serpent under it” The murders planned, they're here to take down the government With the blame on the servants present Being paid by the prince to confirm his d**h Now it was relayed to the castle and the sons of Duncan They fled out of fear of what could come among them So with the crown on the head of Macbeth And the paranoia eating whatever head he had left Banquo was k**ed, he'd lost a friend But his ghost was like an image, representing regret He continued, his mind was set Promised himself he would ne'er reach the moment of d**h Circled in d**h but moved on like a cabriolet Since he was adamant to keep the position he'd met But news travels fast And soon Macduff heard the stories that past With Burnham wood and murder on the mind of the man He silently concocted a plan Not woman born, C-sectioned at birth One thing Macbeth was told Could bring an end to his curse The arrival of Macduff and the movement of Burnham Relentlessly erupted to fuel the aversion The d**h of Macbeth by a murder most foul Left the rest of the royals with a permanent smile So we shouldn't let power corrupt our decisions Or like Macbeth, you'll have a d**h of derision