The end
The songwriter's dead
The blade fell upon him
Taking him
to the White Lands of Empathica
Of innocence
Empathica
Innocence
The dreamer and the wine
Poet without a rhyme
A widowed writer
torn apart by chains of Hell
One last perfect verse
is still the same old song
Oh Christ how I hate
what I have become
Take me home
Get away
Run away fly away
Lead me astray
to dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry
cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die
I a whore for the cold world
Forgive me
I have but two faces
One for the world
One for God
Save me
I cannot cry
cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die
I a whore for the cold world
My home was there and then
those meadows of heaven
Adventure-filled days
one with every smiling face
Please no more words
thoughts from a severed head
No more praise
Tell me once my heart goes right
Take me home
Get away
Run away fly away
Lead me astray
to dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry
cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die
I a whore for the cold world
Forgive me
I have but two faces
One for the world
One for God
Save me
I cannot cry
cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die
I a whore for the cold world
Whore for the cold world
Whore for the cold world
Sparkle my scenery
with turquoise waterfall
with beauty underneath
The ever free
Tuck me in
beneath the blue
beneath the pain
beneath the rain
Goodnight kiss
for a child in time
Swaying blade
my lullaby
On the shore
we sat and hoped
under the same pale moon
whose guiding light chose you
chose you all
I'm afraid
I'm so afraid
being raped again and again
and again
I know I will die alone
but loved
You live long enough
to hear the sounds of guns
Long enough to find yourself
screaming every night
Long enough to see
your friends betray you
For years
I've been strapped unto this altar
Now I only have three minutes
and counting
I just wish the tide
would catch me first
and give me a death
I always longed for
Second robber to the right of Christ
cut in half infanticide
The world will rejoice today
as the crows feast on the
rotting poet
Everyone must bury their own
No pack to bury the heart of stone
Now he's home in hell
serves him well
Slain by the bell
tolling for his farewell
The morning dawned upon his altar
Remains of the dark passion play
Performed by his friends
without shame
Spitting on his grave as they came
Get away
Run away fly away
Lead me astray
to dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry
cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die
I a whore for the cold world
Forgive me
I have but two faces
One for the world
One for God
Save me
I cannot cry
cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die
I a whore for the cold world
Whore for the cold world
Whore for the cold world
Today in the year of our Lord 2005
Tuomas was called
from the cares of the world
He stopped crying
at the end of each beautiful day
The music he wrote
had too long been without silence
He was found naked and dead
with a smile on his face
a pen and one thousand pages
of erased text
Save me
Be still my son
you're home
Oh when did you
become so cold
The blade will keep on descending
All you need is to feel my love
Search for beauty
Find your shore
Try to save them all
bleed no more
You have such oceans
within
In the end I will always
love you
The beginning