To be or not to be **** the man who stole the throne from me A father murdered by a brother's hand Fooled my mother with a wedding band
Sitting meek with no one to trust Fell in love with a maiden's lust Cut my throat and hope to die Instead of living in a house of lies
Passions flare as emotions rage They tie me up and throw me in a cage Off to England I'd hate to go For here in Denmark we await a show.
Be bold and ****** my actions sing To avenge my father, defiance I'll bring Perhaps a play will be the thing To catch the conscience of the king
To hold my mother in my arms Her heart I wish to always keep warm But wretched vile serpent you slay And sneak into the bed, with white venom you lay
Crazy does my mind still climb Upon ladders which intertwine For an answer my soul to seek This utter madness makes my body weak.
But at least my death be not in vain When mine uncle sit with sword, blood slain Poison me at my throne I'll lay dead Hamlet, The Prince of Denmark, King once again.