[1]



Drifting in sleepless nightmares



Haunted by poisoned dreams



Washing your hands in the water



But the hands will never be clean



[2]



Now you pay the price



Your dreams drenched in blood



Now you realize



You have gone too far







[Ref.:]



Claws of madness



Holding your brain as they take you away



to the other



Side of sorrow



Where you pay what you owe







Claws of madness



Never ending pain drives you insane



you want to



Leave this world now



Death is kind you will find



[3]



Smile in the face of evil



Watching your life go by



Washing your hands in the water



God knows how you try



[4]



Whispers in your mind



Voices from far away



Can you hear them calling



Names from far away







[Narrator:]



After the suicide of his wife and companion in treason Macbeth must understand that Macduff has finally succeeded and put together an army large in numbers and determined to overthrow the tyrant - to purify the Scottish crown from the blood that was shed for it... his men flee from him... leaving him alone with his anger... his doubts and his sorrow...







[Macbeth:]



Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day to the last syllable of recorded time, and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle. Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.