It's dark and silent
just the hypnotic sound of soft raining, I'm
grinning widely, bubbling laughter erupting from my throat,
I can't help it, I'm loosing it, only to find I never
wanted the blasted thing in the first place, and I so love it in the rain
how are you? Beautiful night. Grab a shovel, help me
dig my own grave.
Tried to find life in catharsis.
Tried to find peace in the blame.
Tried to ignore it, tried to aquire freedom through apathy.
Nothing worked at all, nothing ever changed.
So here's a way to end it all.
Toss it into the ground,
then step real hard on it, here, like this, then
throw the dirt to the side, ito this pile here, the sky is
crying in my eyes, but it's so strange,
I can see it all so crystal clear.
Hasn't been that way in years.
I'm not stopping at six feet,
I'm taking no chances, I'll dig my way through every level
of every mythological hell, right into china if I have to.
I'll find a place to leave this behind, kill this once for all,
all I've become, this frown I always trip on, these eyes
that never blink, I saw the face I'm growing into years ago,
as a child, I thought it was a monster, I thought it was inhuman,
I was so scared that it was from the great beyond, but it
was my fate, my dear, it's the fate I laugh at as you
help me bury him here.
The moon, can you see her
peek on through the clouds? How I wish they'd
part more so we could sit beneath the blanket of stars,
seems to be a nice night for flying,
seems to be a great day for dying,
seems to be a great evening for a eulogy,
then we'll take this clay and mold me a better face,
could you spare your eye for beauty and help me breath
life into the image, could you work a bit of your magik,
help me mark the moment irreversable?
And here I'd always feared this storm.
Always desired your touch, but always feared you.
Your eyes, they give me strength.
Is that an echo deeper in the forest,
or is there a child laughing?
Is that someone there dancing
in the moonlight up ahead?
Dig faster, my maiden, faster now,
we're almost there, write the rite now in your head,
you'll cast your circle soon, the child is waiting,
the child is waiting, and we can't
let the boy down now.
just the hypnotic sound of soft raining, I'm
grinning widely, bubbling laughter erupting from my throat,
I can't help it, I'm loosing it, only to find I never
wanted the blasted thing in the first place, and I so love it in the rain
how are you? Beautiful night. Grab a shovel, help me
dig my own grave.
Tried to find life in catharsis.
Tried to find peace in the blame.
Tried to ignore it, tried to aquire freedom through apathy.
Nothing worked at all, nothing ever changed.
So here's a way to end it all.
Toss it into the ground,
then step real hard on it, here, like this, then
throw the dirt to the side, ito this pile here, the sky is
crying in my eyes, but it's so strange,
I can see it all so crystal clear.
Hasn't been that way in years.
I'm not stopping at six feet,
I'm taking no chances, I'll dig my way through every level
of every mythological hell, right into china if I have to.
I'll find a place to leave this behind, kill this once for all,
all I've become, this frown I always trip on, these eyes
that never blink, I saw the face I'm growing into years ago,
as a child, I thought it was a monster, I thought it was inhuman,
I was so scared that it was from the great beyond, but it
was my fate, my dear, it's the fate I laugh at as you
help me bury him here.
The moon, can you see her
peek on through the clouds? How I wish they'd
part more so we could sit beneath the blanket of stars,
seems to be a nice night for flying,
seems to be a great day for dying,
seems to be a great evening for a eulogy,
then we'll take this clay and mold me a better face,
could you spare your eye for beauty and help me breath
life into the image, could you work a bit of your magik,
help me mark the moment irreversable?
And here I'd always feared this storm.
Always desired your touch, but always feared you.
Your eyes, they give me strength.
Is that an echo deeper in the forest,
or is there a child laughing?
Is that someone there dancing
in the moonlight up ahead?
Dig faster, my maiden, faster now,
we're almost there, write the rite now in your head,
you'll cast your circle soon, the child is waiting,
the child is waiting, and we can't
let the boy down now.
