Torn into isolation
Sorrow carves its art
Deep... deep into my flesh
Never healing scars
Solitude arises
Casts a wicked grin
Like a serpent it coils
It coils me from within
Stare into nothingness
My soul come undone
... The art of sadness...
Stare into the eyes of sadness
A thousand dying suns
By a sculture of demise
Envisionned in sorrow's dreams
By a sculture of demise
Envisionned in sorrow's dreams
Re-shaped again through his eyes
Re-shaped again through his eyes
The art of sadness, etched into my soul
The art of sadness, etched into my soul
The art of sadness, etched into my soul
Sorrow carves its art
Deep... deep into my flesh
Never healing scars
Solitude arises
Casts a wicked grin
Like a serpent it coils
It coils me from within
Stare into nothingness
My soul come undone
... The art of sadness...
Stare into the eyes of sadness
A thousand dying suns
By a sculture of demise
Envisionned in sorrow's dreams
By a sculture of demise
Envisionned in sorrow's dreams
Re-shaped again through his eyes
Re-shaped again through his eyes
The art of sadness, etched into my soul
The art of sadness, etched into my soul
The art of sadness, etched into my soul