Daydreams of the suicidal
Sometimes i stare at the midnight sun
and long for the end of a life that's not begun
shrouded by the moon's dark light
afraid of day but not of night
tortured beings from whence they came?
they made me lose the yesterday game?
suicide is painless, or so they say
i already fell dead in the light of day
the black butterfly flew from my life
he left behind Vincent's beautiful wife
not love after love, but hate after hate
this screaming left me here in this horrible state
i walked around the graveyard haunting
and there i saw a young pair courting
pretty young ones i knew they were
i couldn't help but stop and stare
not beautious outside, ragged in
i guess some the game of fortune must win
the fallen angel who still loves god
this never struck me as rather odd
her blackened wings, her ordinary face
the way she drapped her body in lace
drink to the irony for insanity shall rule
in this kind world that shall ever be cruel
they might be giants, they might be men
remember your sword is mightier than my pen
and long for the end of a life that's not begun
shrouded by the moon's dark light
afraid of day but not of night
tortured beings from whence they came?
they made me lose the yesterday game?
suicide is painless, or so they say
i already fell dead in the light of day
the black butterfly flew from my life
he left behind Vincent's beautiful wife
not love after love, but hate after hate
this screaming left me here in this horrible state
i walked around the graveyard haunting
and there i saw a young pair courting
pretty young ones i knew they were
i couldn't help but stop and stare
not beautious outside, ragged in
i guess some the game of fortune must win
the fallen angel who still loves god
this never struck me as rather odd
her blackened wings, her ordinary face
the way she drapped her body in lace
drink to the irony for insanity shall rule
in this kind world that shall ever be cruel
they might be giants, they might be men
remember your sword is mightier than my pen