7 Days To The Volves

The endThe songwriter's deadThe blade fell upon himTaking him to the white land of empathica, of innocenceThe poet ??? meadows of heavenThe dreamer and the winePoet without a rhymeA widow writer, torn apart by chains of HellOne last perfect verseYet still the same old songOh Christ, how I hate what I have becomeTake me homeGet away, run away, fly awayLead me astray, to dreamer's hideawayI cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries moreI cannot die, I, the whore for this cold worldForgive me, I have but two facesOne for the world,One for God, save meI cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries moreI cannot die, I, the whore for this cold worldMy home was there at last, these meadows of heavenThe venture filled days more with every smiling facePlease, no more wordsThose from a seventh hellNo more, please, tell me once my heart goes byTake me homeGet away, run away, fly awayLead me astray, to dreamer's hideawayI cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries moreI cannot die, I, the whore for this cold worldForgive me, I have but two facesOne for the world,One for God, save meI cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries moreI cannot die, I, the whore for this cold worldWhore for this cold worldWhore for this cold worldSparkle, a sceneryWith childish lies, I fallWith beauty underneathThe end, I'm freeTuck me inBeneath the blueBeneath the greatBeneath the rayOne night reigns a journey in timeSee them, the lightOn the shore he sat and hopedUnder the same beliefBlue sky, the light chose youShows you hopeI'm afraid, so afraid, of being rapedAgain and again and againI know I will die alone, but lovedYou live long enough to hear the sounds of chaosLong enough to find yourself screamingAnd if you wantLive long enough to see your friends betray youYears have I been stripped unto this altarNow I only have three minutes left to liveI just wish the tide would catch me firstAnd give me a deathAs I hoped for??? Drum the ride up, ChristJoin in Hell and fantasizeThe whole world would it take to ?????? run awayEveryone must bury their ownThe victim buried their heart under stone??????The morning dawn upon this altarRemains of the dark passion playPerformed by his friends without shameScreaming on his curse, they cameGet away, run away, fly awayLead me astray, to dreamer's hideawayI cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries moreI cannot die, I, the whore for this cold worldForgive me, I have but two facesOne for the world,One for God, save meI cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries moreI cannot die, I, the whore for this cold worldthe whore for this cold worldthe whore for this cold worldToday, in the year of our Lord, 2005Tuomas was called from the cares of the worldTo stop crying at the end of this beautiful dayThe music he wrote, at the long pain, about silenceHe was found, walking, dead, with a smile on his faceAnd one thousand pages of erased textSave meThey've stilled my sun, your lifeOh, when did you become so cold?The blade will keep on descendingAll you need is to feel my loveSearch for beauty, find your shoreTry to save them all, bleed no moreYou have such oceans withinIn the end, I will always love you