Paul Fisk - Dirge lyrics

rate me

Think about the years behind me A master of this world Walk alone through plains of desert Searching for a girl Found myself caught up in daydreams Life now such a bore Living oblivion Imagination of the dumb Imitation suicide I'm typecast in my own life I tried so hard to be so calm In a world that wants me to be hard Father Time, a vampire Living on the lilting laughs of children CHORUS His Majesty, the brilliant A jester for the stupid Holocaust existence Behold: the lunatic, the lord, the liar I long to travel my way home again And feel the warm embrace of death Soul's to smart for this dumb body Freedom from this cage with golden bars CHORUS