Deathbed Conversion
The Peony
The peony hath wilted
Beneath the golden sun
Like all the halls with silver walls
Man will tarnish and be done
The blade of grass still growing
Beneath the empty sky
Like every place where god is graced
Man still weakens and will die
And everybody knows this
Or professes least as much
But, oh how can we understand
Lest death chooses us to touch?
And many men enlightened
Letras de cancionesclaim knowledge of whats next
say how can one: "Thy will be done"
And be higher than the rest?
I do not desire to make fools out of tools
But darkness clouds the minds of crowds
and tells them what to do
Always they're proclaiming "'tis the light, I've seen the light"
But blinding views and constricting rules must make men want to die
At least they'll go to heaven
Their souls their god's to claim
I'll land in hell, with satan dwell
But it's truly all the same
The sinning will continue
along with all the saves
This life a trap, a tryst
One which all souls must brave
From Letras Mania