ver read what I wrote you
Did you ever listen to what we played
Did you ever let in what the world said
Did we get this far just to feel your hate
Did we play to become only pawns in the game
How blind can you be, don't you see
You chose the long road but we'll be waiting

Bye bye beautiful
Bye bye beautiful

Jacob's ghost for the girl in white
Blindfold for the blind
Dead siblings walking the dying earth

Noose around a choking heart
Eternity torn apart
Slow toll now the funeral bells

”I need to die to feel alive”

Did you ever hear what I told you
Did you ever read what I wrote you
Did you ever listen to what we played
Did you ever let in what the world said
Did we get this far just to feel your hate
Did we play to become only pawns in the game
How blind can you be, don't you see
You chose the long road but we'll be waiting

Bye bye beautiful
Bye bye beautiful

It's not the tree that forsakes the flower
But the flower that forsakes the tree
Someday I'll learn to love these scars
Still fresh from the red-hot blade of your words

...How blind can you be, don't you see...
...that the gambler lost all he does not have...

Did you ever hear what I told you
Did you ever read what I wrote you
Did you ever listen to what we played
Did you ever let in what the world said
Did we get this far just to feel your hate
Did we play to become only pawns in the game
How blind can you be, don't you see
You chose the long road but we'll be waiting

Bye bye beautiful
Bye bye beautiful


The Poet and the Pendulum (demo version)
Part I: ”White Lands of Empathica”

The end.

The songwriter's dead.
The blade fell upon him
Taking him to the white lands
Of Empathica
Of Innocence
Empathica
Innocence


Part II: ”Home”

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

Get away, run away, 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 and 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

Get away, run away, 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


Part III: ”The Pacific”

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.”


Part IV: ”Dark Passion Play”

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

Get away, run away, 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

"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


Part V: ”Mother & Father”

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.


The Escapist
Who's there knocking at my window?
The owl and the Dead Boy.
This night whispers my name,
All the dying children.

Virgin snow beneath my feet
Painting the world in white.
I tread the way
And lose myself into a tale.
Come hell or high water,
My search will go on,
Clayborn voyage without an end.

A Nightingale in a golden cage:
That's me locked inside reality's maze.
Come someone, make my heavy heart light,
Come on, come bring me back to life.
A nightingale in a golden cage:
That's me locked inside reality's maze.
Come someone, make my heavy heart light,
It all starts with a lullaby.

Journey, homeward bound,
The sound of a dolphin calling
Tearing off the mask of man,
The tower, my soulguide.
This is who I am,
Escapist, paradise seeker.
Farewell, time to fly
Out of sight, out of time, away from my life.

A Nightingale in a golden cage:
That's me locked inside reality's maze.

A Nightingale in a golden cage:
That's me locked inside reality's maze.
Come someone, make my heavy heart light,
Come on, come bring me back to life.
A nightingale in a golden cage:
That's me locked inside reality's maze.
Come someone, make my heavy heart light,
It all starts with a lullaby.

A Nightingale in a golden cage:
That's me locked inside reality's maze.
Come someone, make my heavy heart light,
Come on, come bring me back to life.

A nightingale
(Come someone, make my heavy heart light,
Come, come on, bring me back to life.)
In a golden cage.
(Come someone, make my heavy heart light,
Come, come on, bring me back to life.)