Formerly Hail Centurion

Your statue gone to green
Your battle horse serene
I don’t know who you are
Maybe some dead queen’s king
Somewhere a manor house is standing still as stone
I don’t care who you are or where they laid your bones to rest
The rest is history
So far away from me
Just add three centuries
In every case of time and place
It’s my chord and yours taking space
But I’ve got nothing left to give
And I don’t know how I’m gonna live
You were centurion
Time-capsule carrion
I don’t care if your bird can’t sing
I like her voice tonight
Your ass is in the chart
You will disintegrate
I don’t know who you are
Your big-ass latex star
Your star is history
So far away from me
Just add three galaxies
In every case of time and place
Minor symphonies are taking space
And I’ve got nothing else to give
Now I don’t know how I’m gonna live