The end   The songwriter's dead, the blade fell upon him   Taking him to the white land of Empathica   Of innocence, Empathica, innocence      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   Whore for the cold world, whore for the cold world      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 three minutes and counting   I just wish the tide would catch me first   And give me a death I always longed for      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   Whore for the cold world, 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 one thousand pages of erased text   Save me      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