White lands of empathica

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 flyaway

Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway

I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more

I cannot die I a w***e 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 w***e 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 w***e 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 w***e 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 eleven 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 w***e 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 w***e for the cold world

A w***e for the cold world

A w***e 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