The Poet And The Pendulum       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    II. “HOME”    The dreamer and the wine  Poet without a rhyme  A widow 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, the 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, the 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    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 this 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 this cold world  Whore for this cold world  Whore for this cold world    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 blades 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 sounds of guns  Long enough to find yourself screaming every night  And if you want  Long enough to see your friends betray you    For years have I 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    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 is home in Hell-serves him well  Slain by the bell, tolling for His farewell    The morning dawn 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 this 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 this 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    V. “Mother and 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    these lyrics are submitted by botas