[Instrumental]
the final curtain's fallen, for no show goes on forever, if the world's a stage - mine's empty. whilst upon it you'll tread never. As the instruments
everything alright, yeah The thing that I do would only take a king to peruse Never flirtin' with the physical only my mind and mental This world, an instrumental
right now gettin' dark to them Tore they body all up, ain't no chalkin' 'em Too sharp for them, move out in the dark on 'em These Illadel foul streets
people in town, In their fear stricken hearts, Seeing skyclad's a sign like the Deathaura, Every night, so painful's the memory of love in the dark.
in at her as into the cage of some rare creature in a zoo. In the hand of one of the assistants she saw the same instrument which they had that morning
never knew I give up, I give in Help December let a new year begin Take what's left and move on Fly away Be gone... [II. A Poisoned Land] [Instrumental
now gettin dark to them Tore they body all up, ain't no chalkin em Too sharp for them, move out in the dark on em These Illadel foul streets what I'm
a minute versus the infinite A concept too intricate for the intellect So some get intimate with earths filthiness Where melodies are dark and human's are used as instruments
people in town, In their fear stricken hearts, Seeing skyclad's a sign like the Deathaura, Every night, so painful's the memory of love in the dark. One
