The Question Was Lyrics

The question was to be or not, suffer fools and thicken plot

Take up arms to end your pain, speak the speech and play the game

Double double toil and burn, sky on fire children learn

The storm is Lear, the fool is wise, damned by your piercing eyes

And by the pricking of my thumb, something wicked this way comes

All the world a player's stage, what passion here could shake this tiger's rage

What fools these mortals be, such stuff that dreams are made

Boldness make a stand with me, into the breach we rave

The fault not in our stars, but in ourselves I heard him say

If music be the food of love then play!

The Question was to be or not, saw the air, watch it rot

Yet I need to curse this life, what strength I have's my own

In that sleep what dreams will show, praise for none but you in tow

Hold the mirror high, so virtue scorns the sky

And by the pricking of my thumb, something wicked this way comes

All the world a player's stage, what passion here could shake this tiger's rage

Some are born to greatness, and some it's thrust upon

Nothing comes from nothing, so we must be strong

Love is merely madness, to your self you must be true

I've wasted time and time wastes me, the truth inside is you!!

And by the pricking of my thumb, something wicked this way comes

All the world a player's stage, what passion here could shake this tiger's rage