Paul Fisk
Dirge
Think about the years behind me
A master of this world
Walk alone through plains of desert
Searching for a girl
Found myself caught up in daydreams
Life now such a bore
Living oblivion
Imagination of the dumb
Imitation suicide
I'm typecast in my own life
I tried so hard to be so calm
In a world that wants me to be hard
Father Time, a vampire
Living on the lilting laughs of children
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His Majesty, the brilliant
A jester for the stupid
Holocaust existence
Behold: the lunatic, the lord, the liar
I long to travel my way home again
And feel the warm embrace of death
Soul's to smart for this dumb body
Freedom from this cage with golden bars
CHORUS
From Letras Mania