The World of the Poet

The endThe songwriter?s dead
The blade fell upon him
Taking him to the white lands
Of Empathica,
Of Innocence
Empathica
InnocenceThe dreamer and the wine
Poet without a rhyme
A widowed writer, torn apart by chains of HellOne last perfect verse
Yet still the same old song
Oh Christ, how I hate what I have become
Take me homeGet 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, a whore for the cold worldMy home was there and then
These meadows of heaven
Adventure-filled days
One with every smiling facePlease, no more words
Thoughts from a severed head
No more praise
Tell me once my heart goes right
Take me homeGet 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, a whore for the cold world
Whore for the cold world
Whore for the cold worldSparkle my scenery
With turquoise waterfall
With beauty underneath
The Ever FreeTuck me in
Beneath the blue
Beneath the pain
Beneath the rain
Goodnight kiss for a child in time
Swaying blade my lullabyOn the shore we sat and hoped
Under the same pale moon
Whose guiding light chose you
Chose you allI?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 sound of guns
Long enough to find yourself screaming every night
And if you want
Live long enough to see your friends betray you
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 forSecond robber to the right of Christ
Cut in half - infacticide
The world will rejoice today
As the crows feast on the rotting poetEveryone 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 farewellThe morning dawned upon this altar
Remains of the dark passion play
Performed by his friends without shame
Spitting on his grave as they cameGet 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, a whore for the cold world
A whore for the cold world
A whore for the cold worldToday, in the year of our Lord, 2005
Thomas 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 textSave 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 loveSearch for beauty, find your shore
Try to save them all, bleed no more
You have such ocean's within
In the end
I will always love youThe beginning