Lyrics:

The deceptive plan hangs in the balance of one.
His dying hour of cursed correlation.
No burial.
No family to grieve.
'From Thompson to Flemming to Cholmondeley, His fate is now sealed inside the Haversack Ruse.'
First documents forge.
Then plant on his being.
Must fool high command.
Drop vagrant to sea.
Grey moon guide the corpse, to a fisherman's find.
'A perfect execution, Mincemeat swallowed whole, Sir Counterfeits are with the Nazi in Spain.'
The man who never was.
This man who sealed the operation.
The man who never was.
A man's demise.
A tool of War.
This cemetery of solitude.
War.
The man who never was.
This man who sealed the operation.
The man who never was.
The deceptive plan hangs in the balance of one.
A man's demise.
A tool of War.