Apollo I_ The Writing Writer - текст песни
Apollo I_ The Writing Writer
In these words that crash my ears
I now stomach this in fear
With the turn I gathered name as the bastard's son
Who by fire I would come
Through this wire I might cut
Atop this tower of loss and lust
I'll gravitate towards you
I will, in the now, hate you
I'll make you wish you hadn't burned our time before
I'll live through this in a manner
Cursed at my own accord
[Chorus]
If my shame spills our worth across this floor
Then tonight, goodnight... I'm burning Star IV
Only I don't even think of you
No I don't want to think of you anymore
Goodnight, tonight, goodbye
Goodnight, tonight, goodbye
In my presence you might wake
Through this fiction I must fake
Your death to grace the face of my character
With these lessons he might learn
All worlds from here must burn
For as God demands in the end we miss
[Repeat Chorus]
[Spoken:]
There is no room for mistakes, my children.
For as I have been told....today is the day I die.
I'm sorry I never played the part as your father, as I should have,
And from the looks on your faces it seems that's all you've ever asked of me
It is time for you to go into these worlds alone...with all of my love.
I love you.
I love you all so very much.
[Repeat Chorus]
I don't want to go
So come on bitch, why aren't you laughing now?
You left me here to fend on my own
So cry on Bitch, why aren't you laughing now?
[Repeat Chorus]
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