Men in Black

A halting walk. A forceful pace.
They cease their talk. They steel their face.
With withered hand they touch the veil.
They understand the empty shell.
Then file away and know too soon,
That Death will play; they'll hear the tune.

A soul unseen, that won't be back.
They'll lie between the men in black.

A forceful pace. A halting walk.
They steel their face. They cease their talk.
They touch the veil, with withered hand.
The empty shell, they understand.
They know too soon that Death will play.
They'll hear the tune...and file away.