10 Speed (Of God’s Blood & Burial) by Coheed & Cambria

I can feel it in the way your blood and heart beats
My body's cold and it thinks I'm already gone
Or is it in the way your body moves
I'd like to tell you
But I think that you already know
The words I drag out from your mouth speak
So listen up world, listen up world
In her vision I have given company
They see no evil in leading their bodies from home

Believer, you'll leave her, in leaving them all
No but I don't buy it
Like anything you do, as anyone you are
Ten Speed, if I must... then I must

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The council is in session.

Believer! Oh what have you done?
You feel she’s never there, you feel that she’s not much fun.

Believer! Oh Why the look on your face?
You wish that she’ll just leave, so you can take her place…

She never cares (You think). She’s never there (You think)
So as a friend, you show him you really really care.

Eager to prove your worth, around him you dance and swirl.
So as you spin, and twirl and whirl
And as no one else could get close.
You smile, you gloat and you smirk.

But foolish believer! The enemy is within.
Blinded to think other dancers wants his blood.
When actually she sits firm still in his heart.

So as you spin, and hem and haw.
Thin white line sets your jaw.
As you happily do your dance,
When all is it but a silly prance.

You pick up speed and crash into her.
Hoping to dislodge her from the throne in his heart.
You’re not bothered. “It must be right!”

Ahhh.
The council smirks.
Remember a time not too long ago?
When you yourself have a guy on your throne?
When you gave all ten-but-two of your golden dinahs just to see him smile.

The council smirks. The council knows. The council willed it so.
“Guilty!” they hissed.
“Off with her head!” they pounded on the table.

The jury nods.
The jury secretly wished that a time not too long ago,
He left, because you’re not good enough for him.
The jury wished that he left because someone came and pranced.
Pranced and got away.

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Woke up at 4 and scribbled this on a piece of paper. This is what I could made out of the scribbling the morning after.

Are you the council? Are you the jury? Are you one of the dancers that got turned away by her? Are you HER? Need a her be female? Can a certain him be a her? Does IT matter?