Scented pain and separation
defies the physics and the form
that life must to exist consume and be reborn
why is this strange attraction
a call to arms my destiny?
what choice or course of action?
will you leave a path for me?
Love laced with tragedy
a sense of agony
why can't i feel love as in a fairy tale?
my heart is growing pale
and now I've lost this...love
Systematically paralyzed from the soul out towards the eyes
what i feel i have no traction to hold or realize
sinking into motivation
i do not trust the things i've seen
and now these lost and found sensations want to devour me.
Love laced with tragedy
a sense of agony
why can't i feel love as in a fairy tale?
my heart is growing pale
and now I've lost this...
Love mixed with tragedy
a sense of agony
why can't i feel love as in a fairy tale?
my heart is growing pale
and now I've lost this...love
into profanity
my heart is suffering
why can't i feel love as in a fairy tale?
my world is growing stale
and now I've lost this...love
Eurydice (don't follow) <4:50>
A focused voice reigns down like a firestorm
you know what you must do
venture down into the underworld to prove that love is true
Eurydice don't follow me
the world has grown so cold
Eurydice don't follow me
my love I'm losing hold
if my voice won't move the Ferrymen
on my affections alone i'll cross
then stare into the eyes of death eternal
no matter what the cost
Eurydice don't follow me
the world has grown so cold
Eurydice don't follow me
my love I'm losing hold
sacrifices and the light
that leads me here through this night
as vision breaks the world grows dim
persephone argue my case to him
i'll take his word no looking back
the bridge we cross i will not look
and her footsteps i do not hear
is she far behind me or standing near?
Eurydice don't follow me
the world has grown so cold
Eurydice don't follow me
my love I'm losing hold
Eurydice don't follow me
now that my dreams turn black
Eurydice don't follow me
there'll be no looking back
dreams lie shattered shards endure now the wraiths her mind possess
like shells of precious flowers dried out and hung with love
making eyes into frozen temples that stale you in her gaze
so pale so cold so beautiful if not clinically insane
now the decades pass unanswered and she prays with silent lips
sometimes she talks to angels when she has her little fits
but you must believe in something - sometime that something's real
sometimes our motivations are tied up in what we feel
so elegant her poetry falls from her pallid lips
she flows like icy roadways when the wheels start to slip
and if her course lays waste to this i pray away to your design
her minions shall dance your dreaming eyes and sing her fragile rhymes
now the decades pass unanswered and she prays with silent lips
sometimes she talks to angels when she has her little fits
but you must believe in something - sometime that something's real
sometimes our motivations are tied up in what we feel
Ave Maria
just give us something
but it's lost on deafened ears
Ave Maria
just give us something
to ears that cannot hear
now the decades pass unanswered and she prays with silent lips
sometimes she talks to angels when she has her little fits
but you must believe in something - sometime that something's real
sometimes our motivations are tied up in what we feel
Ave Maria
just give us something
but it's lost on deafened ears
Ave Maria
she's saying something
to ears that cannot hear
Ave Maria
just give us something
but it's lost on deafened ears
Ave Maria
if god is speaking
she's the only one who hears.
Annabel Lee by Edgar Allen Poe (1849) <2:03>
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.