Breaking bread with the dragon Stealing secrets from beggars Sell the blueprints cheap Resurrecting the bomb, but we don't forget its wake We can smell the dead from here Burning, bruised and mocked, fan the flames This corpse will breathe again so help me Terrify the peasants Gather round and watch the corpse bleed to death and swoon Loved by none we fade with age Eyes wide the crowd looks on. The monster lives, a broken form Buried under diamond soil. No epitaph. A barren stone Precious few we mourn alone, beloved corpse beneath the ground