Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dead Poetry , by - Dead Confederate. Song from the album In The Marrow, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 15.04.2013
Song language: English
Dead Poetry |
| On this dead poets' day |
| We close our eyes as we pray |
| For all the hearts beyond absolve |
| Their marrow dry, their gold facade |
| A loss for words right from the start |
| For all the minds beyond our sway |
| In the dead poets' dark |
| They have torn out the heart of hearts |
| And filled the cavity with a cage |
| A swarm of lost, they set ablaze |
| The flourished fruit they will abate |
| A puerile plague that calls alarm |
| Ink fills the page |
| Words are erased |
| And lost in doubt, we carry out |
| Ink covers sheets |
| Stone memories |
| That fade away and lost their place |
| On this dead poets' day |
| Corrosion pens a yellow page |
| And bleeds out rust to song |
| A choir loud that belt and balk |
| And simple truth transposed to waltz |
| Is nothing more then yesterday |
| I’ll leave this life |
| If you’ll bury me; |
| Please leave your heart |
| In my grave for thieves; |
| Fight or flight |
| I’ll be relieved; |
| This place is |
| No place to be |