Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Art of Suicide, artist - Emilie Autumn. Date of issue: 12.07.2010
Song language: English
The Art of Suicide |
| The art of suicide |
| Nightgowns and hair |
| Curls flying every which where |
| The pain too pure to hide |
| Bridges of Sighs |
| Meant to conceal lover’s lies |
| Under the arches |
| Of moonlight and sky |
| Suddenly easy |
| To contemplate why |
| Why… |
| Why live a life |
| That’s painted with pity |
| And sadness and strife |
| Why dream a dream |
| That’s tainted with trouble |
| And less than it seems |
| Why bother bothering |
| Just for a poem |
| Or another sad song to sing |
| Why live a life |
| Why live a life |
| The art of suicide |
| Pretty and clean |
| Convey’s a theatrical scene |
| «Alas, I’m gone!» |
| she cried |
| Ankles displayed |
| Melodramatically laid |
| Under the arches |
| Of moonlight and sky |
| Suddenly easy |
| To contemplate why |
| Why… |
| Why live a life |
| That’s painted with pity |
| And sadness and strife |
| Why dream a dream |
| That’s tainted with trouble |
| And less than it seems |
| Why bother bothering |
| Just for a poem |
| Or another sad song to sing |
| Why live a life |
| Why live a life |
| Life is not like Gloomy Sunday |
| With a second ending |
| When the people are disturbed |
| Well they should be disturbed |
| Because there’s a story |
| That ought to be heard |
| Life is not like Gloomy Sunday |
| With a second ending |
| When the people are disturbed |
| Well they should be disturbed |
| Because there’s a lesson |
| That really ought to be learned |
| The world is full of poets |
| We don’t need anymore |
| The world is full of singers |
| We don’t need anymore |
| The world is full of lovers |
| We don’t need anymore… |