Текст песни Poetry for the Poisoned

Part I: Incubus

There was a time when I was young,
a boy with bold ambitions.
There was a time when I could tell
the crooked from the wicked one.
There was a song that someone sung,
a hint of recognition.
There was a time
I knew you well enough
to know you won't be gone.

Come with me tonight,
tell me how it feels to be alive.

There was a time I had respect,
a name of reputation.
There was a time
when I could watch myself
without being disgraced.

Come with me tonight,
let us find a place where we can hide.

Come into the night,
let me show you how we stay alive.

Part II: So Long

A minute more
till the light of day is seen,
lay down.
I know you must be nearly there.
A bloody kiss,
and the vision of a dream
for the last of your days in the sun.

In the white light I am calm,
yet peculiarly cold.
Silent slumber
and wide awake.
Lord have mercy on my soul.

So long,
your sorrow be gone.
[Show me how it feels to be alive.]
No more denial,
so long.
[Let us find a place where we can hide.]

You fed me long,
and by God you fed me well.
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this day belongs to you my dear.
And I am bound
like a beast onto it's prey.
We are one of a kind you and I.

Pale moon wander,
I'm wide awake.
Lord have mercy on my soul.

So long,
your sorrow be gone.
[Show me how it feels to be alive.]
No more denial,
so long.
[Show me all the splendors
of the night.]

So long,
the little last of your attention.
Sorrow...
This flood to wash your mind.
Set me
the god of your imagination.
Feel me,
come with me tonight.

So long,
your sorrow be gone.
Show me how it feels to be alive.
No more denial,
so long.

Part III: All is Over

I am the hole in your broken heart.
I am the reason we all depart.
What if all is over?

Part IV: Dissection

Life in slow review.
I see it with my eyes.
Deeper down and farther back,
the storm reveals a hidden track
The sun is coming through.

Down by a lake
as a child
without a fear.
When a mother's warm embrace
made a haven in the maze.
Those were the moments,
and these were my days.