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The poet and the pendulum

The end
The songwriter's dead
The blade fell upon him
Taking him to the white land of empathica, of innocence
The poet [?] meadows of heaven

The dreamer and the wine
Poet without a rhyme
A widow writer, torn apart by chains of Hell
One last perfect verse
Yet 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, the whore for this 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, the whore for this cold world

My home was there at last, these meadows of heaven
The venture filled days more with every smiling face
Please, no more words
Those from a seventh hell
No more, please, tell me once my heart goes by
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, the whore for this 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, the whore for this cold world
Whore for this cold world
Whore for this cold world

Sparkle, a scenery
With childish lies, I fall
With beauty underneath
The end, I'm free
Tuck me in
Beneath the blue
Beneath the great
Beneath the ray
One night reigns a journey in time
See them, the light

On the shore he sat and hoped
Under the same belief
Blue sky, the light chose you
Shows you hope

I'm afraid, so afraid, of being raped
Again and again and again
I know I will die alone, but loved
You live long enough to hear the sounds of chaos
Long enough to find yourself screaming
And if you want
Live long enough to see your friends betray you
Years have I been stripped unto this altar
Now I only have three minutes left to live
I just wish the tide would catch me first
And give me a death
As I hoped for

[?] Drum the ride up, Christ
Join in Hell and fantasize
The whole world would it take to [?]
[?] run away
Everyone must bury their own
The victim buried their heart under stone
[?]
[?]

The morning dawn upon this altar
Remains of the dark passion play
Performed by his friends without shame
Screaming on his curse, 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, the whore for this 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, the whore for this cold world
The whore for this cold world
The whore for this cold world

Today, in the year of our Lord, 2005
Tuomas was called from the cares of the world
To stop crying at the end of this beautiful day
The music he wrote, at the long pain, about silence
He was found, walking, dead, with a smile on his face
And one thousand pages of erased text

Save me

They've stilled my sun, your life
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