The Poet and the Pendulum - Remastered

The songwriter's dead
 The blade fell upon him
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 Taking him to the white lands
 Of Empathica
 Of Innocence
 Empathica
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 Innocence
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 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 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
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 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 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
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 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
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 On the shore we sat and hoped
 Under the same pale moon
 Whose guiding light chose you
 Chose you all
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 "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 3 minutes and counting
 I just wish the tide would catch me first
 And give me a death I always longed for
 2nd robber to the right of Christ
 Cut in half infanticide
 The world will rejoice today
 As the crows feast on the rotting poet
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 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
 Getaway, runaway, 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
 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 1000 pages of erased text
 Save me
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 Be still, my son
 You're home
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 Oh when did you become so cold?
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 The blade will keep on descending
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 All you need is to feel my love
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 Search for beauty, find your shore
 Try to save them all, bleed no more
 You have such oceans within
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 In the end
 I will always love you
 The beginning