The Poet And The Pendulum (Live) Songtext / Lyric

The end

The songwriter's dead, the blade fell upon him

Taking him to the white land 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 sound 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 in 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