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The Poet And The Pendulum”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   
 ”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 
 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  
 ”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 ”.  
 ”DARK PASSION PLAY” 
 2nd 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 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  
 ”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.
Bye Bye BeautifulFinally the hills are without eyes
 They are tired of painting a dead man`s face red
 With their own blood 
 They used to love having so much to lose
 Blink your eyes just once and see everything in ruins 
 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 
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