It won', just won't die,
This dream of playing guitar.
Strumming my life down.
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It won', just won't die,
This dream of playing guitar.
Strumming my life down.
Strumming my life down
Eating out of my food stock
Await visitor
Await visitor—
Will you bring me new flowers?
Old withered away—
Old withered away—
Cannot recall when they died,
Folded into dust…
Folded into dust…
Always ashes to ashes,
No mortal remains…
No Mortal remains
For long by my tombstone—
Set down flowers—flee
Set down flowers—flee,
But the circle continues—
The Reaper comes soon…
Others will leave you
Tiny quiet remembrances
And then flee as well…
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And then flee as well
to blissful Harmony in
the passing of Time.
The passing of Time
Passing time and time again
Vile Eternity
Vile Eternity
Scathing hot nothingness around
Surrounds me, kills me
Surrounds me, kills me
and brings me back from the dead
again and again
Again and again,
I hear your lost voice echo
Within my numb heart.
within my numb heart
reconciled to solitude
echoes lost lovers
echoes lost lovers
against the darkened backdrop
where music crackles
where music crackles,
hateful notes ring in the air,
and send me reeling.
And send me reeling
So I untangle, pondside
The surface tension
The surface tension
a mirror in my teacup
breaks by a caress.
Breaks by a caress
The glass heart and jealous lie
Of winter's embrace
burn and rage away
like the fat man that you are
do you understand