[Verse 1] Two lords in a corridor, voices kept low, Candles throwing shadows where the loyal daren't go, Lennox leans in close, half a smirk on his face, "Marry, what a tidy little murder this case." Forres holds its breath behind these painted walls, Every word's a whisper, every whisper falls Like a stone down a well where the truth likes to hide— Nobody says "murderer," they just raise an eyebrow instead [Chorus] Oh, the kingdom's full of questions nobody dares to ask, Smiling at the tyrant while they're counting up the cost, "Men must not walk too late," Lennox says with a sting, Suspicion's just a seed, but watch it sprout and cling [Verse 2] Duncan lay in silence, and who wept the hardest tear? Macbeth, so grieved, so broken—how convenient, how sincere, Poor Banquo took a nighttime stroll and never made it home, Fleance ran for cover, left his father's blood on stone, Two guards got blamed and killed before they said a single word, Dead men tell no stories, dead men can't be heard, "Marry, 'twas most workmanly," the sarcasm cuts deep, A tyrant builds his palace on the lies he lets us keep [Chorus] Oh, the kingdom's full of questions nobody dares to ask, Smiling at the tyrant while they're counting up the cost, "Men must not walk too late," Lennox says with a sting, Suspicion's just a seed, but watch it sprout and cling [Verse 3] Malcolm's found a refuge at the English court of grace, Good King Edward shelters him, a saint in a holy place, Macduff has gone to Northumberland, to Siward strong and true, Begging soldiers, begging swords to see the kingdom through, "Macduff lives in disgrace," the tyrant's rage declares, While back in Scotland, armor clinks and Macbeth prepares, War drums answer whispers now, the battle lines take shape, Two men pray together for a long-awaited escape [Bridge] "Some holy angel, fly to the court of England," Carry word to Malcolm before the sky turns grey, "Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights," Give us back our feasts, our rest, our stolen day [Verse 4] A lord of no name speaks the hope that both men share, Free from feasts of poison, free from tyranny's glare, The word has now been spoken—not "king," but something new, Tyrant, plain and simple, and the whole court feels it's true, This scene plants no swordfight, just a rumor, just a seed, But rumors grow to armies when the people start to bleed [Chorus] Oh, the kingdom's full of questions nobody dares to ask, Smiling at the tyrant while they're counting up the cost, "Men must not walk too late," Lennox says with a sting, Suspicion's just a seed, but watch it sprout and cling [Outro] Forres keeps its secrets, but the secrets start to leak, Marry, how the mighty crumble when the loyal start to speak
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