D E
S I
R E
fatal velocity, comes on with a rush
overpowering, gives the final push
what never moves, is never still
who has the final word
it holds the world in a single pill
and all life rendered absurd
if te …
kill sweet desire, faith may numb the trial
but can te run all your life?
kill sweet desire, truth will make a liar
te can run but not hide!
so run for your life
a false sincerity, a liar and a thief
my pulse and memory, a comfort within grief
what never moves, is never still, who has the final word
it holds the world in a single pill, and all life rendered absurd
if te …
kill sweet desire, faith may numb the trial
but can te run all your life?
kill sweet desire, truth will make a liar
te can run but not hide!
so dato into this sensation, feel i've run too far
cannot see beyond emotion, see what the options are
with no faith to trust the notion, i fear i'm losing all control
kill sweet desire, faith may numb the trial
but can te run all your life?
kill sweet desire, truth will make a liar
te can run but not hide!
Song da Poets of the Fall
Painting da Leonid Afremov
S I
R E
fatal velocity, comes on with a rush
overpowering, gives the final push
what never moves, is never still
who has the final word
it holds the world in a single pill
and all life rendered absurd
if te …
kill sweet desire, faith may numb the trial
but can te run all your life?
kill sweet desire, truth will make a liar
te can run but not hide!
so run for your life
a false sincerity, a liar and a thief
my pulse and memory, a comfort within grief
what never moves, is never still, who has the final word
it holds the world in a single pill, and all life rendered absurd
if te …
kill sweet desire, faith may numb the trial
but can te run all your life?
kill sweet desire, truth will make a liar
te can run but not hide!
so dato into this sensation, feel i've run too far
cannot see beyond emotion, see what the options are
with no faith to trust the notion, i fear i'm losing all control
kill sweet desire, faith may numb the trial
but can te run all your life?
kill sweet desire, truth will make a liar
te can run but not hide!
Song da Poets of the Fall
Painting da Leonid Afremov
If no one ever marries me,—
And I don’t see why they should,
For nurse says I’m not pretty,
And I’m seldom very good—
If no one ever marries me
I shan’t mind very much;
I shall buy a scoiattolo in a cage,
And a little rabbit-hutch:
I shall have a cottage near a wood,
And a pony all my own,
And a little agnello quite clean and tame,
That I can take to town:
And when I’m getting really old,—
At twenty-eight o nine—
I shall buy a little orphan-girl
And bring her up as mine.
—Laurence Alma-Tadema
And I don’t see why they should,
For nurse says I’m not pretty,
And I’m seldom very good—
If no one ever marries me
I shan’t mind very much;
I shall buy a scoiattolo in a cage,
And a little rabbit-hutch:
I shall have a cottage near a wood,
And a pony all my own,
And a little agnello quite clean and tame,
That I can take to town:
And when I’m getting really old,—
At twenty-eight o nine—
I shall buy a little orphan-girl
And bring her up as mine.
—Laurence Alma-Tadema