Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Glorious Comedy, artist - The Madding CrowdDate of issue: 08.12.2011
Song language: English
A Glorious Comedy |
| I couldn’t sleep last night |
| For thoughts buzzed in my head |
| Thoughts that filled my soul |
| With an unfathomable dread |
| What if I’m not the person |
| That I set out to be? |
| What if I cannot do the things |
| That mean the world to me? |
| And what if the best life has to give |
| Lives only in my dreams? |
| My mind is trying to lose itself |
| Won’t somebody help me? |
| The night fills me with terror |
| A terror all too real |
| One that would shake |
| The fabric of your soul |
| Were you to feel |
| Have I enough to make my life |
| A glorious comedy? |
| Or does my substance fall too short |
| To allow me to be me? |
| And will that, in turn, make my life |
| A mundane tragedy? |
| Will it, in turn, make my life |
| A mundane tragedy? |
| Am I a monstrous charlatan |
| Like everybody else? |
| Would I not know if I was? |
| Do I not know, myself? |
| The vultures circle my head |
| I think I’m cracking up |
| The nightmares only come to me |
| When I have woken up |
| And people are a nightmare — |
| Oh, they will be my death! |
| They make me dead in the pit |
| Of my soul, just like them |
| Just like them… |
| Just like them… |
| Just like them… |
| Just like them… |
| It’s crumbling down |
| It’s crumbling down |
| It’s all crumbling down |
| They’re picking at my bones |
| And, oh, my blood drips from their mouths |
| There’s evil in the cities |
| There’s evil in the streets |
| Is that evil external |
| Or does it come from me? |