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    The Poet And The Pendulum lyrics

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    The Poet And The Pendulum lyrics

    The Poet And The Pendulum


    I. “WHITE LANDS OF EMPATHICA”

    The end

    The songwriter's dead
    The blade fell upon him
    Taking him to the white lands
    of Empathica,
    of Innocence
    Empathica
    Innocence

    II. “HOME”

    The dreamer and the wine
    Poet without a rhyme
    A widow 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, the 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, the whore for the cold world

    My home was there n' 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 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, a whore for this cold world
    Whore for this cold world
    Whore for this cold world

    III. “THE PACIFIC”

    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 blades 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
    And if you want
    Long enough to see your friends betray you

    For years have I 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

    IV.” DARK PASSION PLAY”

    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 is home in Hell-serves him well
    Slain by the bell, tolling for His farewell

    The morning dawn 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 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, a whore for this 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 in his face, a pen and
    1000 pages of erased text

    Save me

    V. “Mother and Father”

    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


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