In through the maze through your reflection, We enter from a terminal connection In through the maze of your reflection, We enter from a terminal connection In through the maze through your reflection, We enter from a terminal connection In through the maze of your reflection, We enter from a terminal connection

Saw you the other day Looking so undermined Acting like it wouldn't happen Making sense of anything that you could find Because it's just about to happen And you'll be there You must have known the storm was coming When the clouds appeared May as well let the rain come down And join the circus of people While you're there Something is changing Bruising and aching And I'm trying To find out What it is When I fix her She's breaking Reason keeps escaping We're protecting And burning like a cyst I know that I can help you I just don't fucking want to And the feeling Is stronger by the day Say that I'm selfish But I know you need this And I'm just so Sick of the chase While you are letting your guard down I will be letting myself go While you keep running your ship aground I will be setting myself alight Too late, you dropped the drawbridge You let the vampires in You caused this shit to happen and now you want out? Too late, you dropped the drawbridge You let the vampires in I hope you know now that it's nobodies fault but yours! While you are letting your guard down I will be letting myself go While you keep running your ship aground I will be setting myself alight

The end The songwriter's dead The blade fell upon him Taking him to the white lands of Empathica Of Innocence Empathica Innocence 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 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 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 On the shore we sat and hoped Under the same pale moon Whose guiding light chose you Chose you all "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" Second robber to the right of Christ Cut in half, infanticide The world will rejoice today As the crows feast on the rotting poet 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 cоld world Whore for the cold world 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 Be still, my son You're home Oh when did you become so cold? The blade will keep on descending All you need is to feel my love Search for beauty, find your shore Try to save them all, bleed no more You have such oceans within In the end I will always love you The beginning