"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
"HOME"
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
Getaway, runaway, fly away
Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry `cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a w**** 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 w**** 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
Getaway, runaway, fly away
Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry `cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a w**** 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 w**** for the cold world
"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 blade my lullaby
Sparkle my scenery (On the shore we sat and hoped)
Under the same pale moon
Whose guiding light chose you
Chose you all
"Would you like to rape my rotting carcass?
Dissect my heart.
And dislocate my wrist
It would make you come, wouldn't it?
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 eleven years I've been strapped unto this altar.
Now I only have 3 minutes and counting.
I just wish the tide would catch me first and give me a death I always longed for ".
"DARK PASSION PLAY"
2nd 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 a worm
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
Getaway, runaway, fly away
Lead me astray to dreamer`s hideaway
I cannot cry `cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a w**** 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 w**** for the cold world
Today, in the year of our Lord 2007,
Tuomas was called from the cares of this 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."
"MOTHER & FATHER"
Be still, my son
You are 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.
The end.
The songwriter's dead.
The blade fell upon him
Taking him to the white lands
Of Empathica
Of Innocence
Empathica
Innocence
"HOME"
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
Getaway, runaway, fly away
Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry `cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a w**** 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 w**** 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
Getaway, runaway, fly away
Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry `cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a w**** 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 w**** for the cold world
"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 blade my lullaby
Sparkle my scenery (On the shore we sat and hoped)
Under the same pale moon
Whose guiding light chose you
Chose you all
"Would you like to rape my rotting carcass?
Dissect my heart.
And dislocate my wrist
It would make you come, wouldn't it?
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 eleven years I've been strapped unto this altar.
Now I only have 3 minutes and counting.
I just wish the tide would catch me first and give me a death I always longed for ".
"DARK PASSION PLAY"
2nd 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 a worm
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
Getaway, runaway, fly away
Lead me astray to dreamer`s hideaway
I cannot cry `cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a w**** 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 w**** for the cold world
Today, in the year of our Lord 2007,
Tuomas was called from the cares of this 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."
"MOTHER & FATHER"
Be still, my son
You are 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.