Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Comedian is Dead , by - Sea Of Treachery. Song from the album Wonderland, in the genre МеталRelease date: 03.01.2011
Record label: Blkheart Group
Song language: English
The Comedian is Dead |
| God, the room won’t stop |
| If I could just open my eyes forever |
| I’d never have to feel this lost again |
| But would I feel as whole |
| As in control? |
| Am I slowly drowning |
| Or staying afloat |
| With each soothing burn cascading? |
| Maybe Hunter was right |
| Taking all this in is overwhelming |
| All attempts to heal are badly failing |
| Is there something more that I am missing? |
| Feigning what I feel… |
| Am I really falling further? |
| Is this the final straw? |
| Fortune has its way of laughing |
| On those with scars laid bare |
| Am I really falling further? |
| Is this the final straw? |
| Fortune has its way of laughing |
| On those with scars laid bare |
| I wake up surrounded by evidence |
| Of another night gone awry |
| Why can’t I break this cycle of relapse and revelry? |
| I have lost composure |
| For what seems like the hundredth time today |
| I don’t know why I can’t get beyond the urge to drown myself |
| This current pulls me under |
| Beneath the undertow |
| As shattered memories wash out to see |
| Floating down |
| I fight back the tide |
| (I will fight the tide.) |
| And I’m as useless as an orphan’s cry |
| From virulent sustenance |
| The product of consequence |
| From virulent sustenance |
| The product of consequence |
| From virulent sustenance |
| The product of consequence |
| My body forces retribution |
| For the onslaught it endures |
| Another night of purging myself of my weakness |
| Pull me from the water |
| It’s time that I finally breathe again |
| I’m a fucking mess |
| Fucking mess |
| Fucking mess |