Mechanical Poet
Mechanical Poet - Old Year's Merry Funeral songtekst
Je score:
Grating gabble of clock Broke the stately silence Points got to nibble the ultimate day Clank of sounding stroke Melted down the calmness My mission is done and it's time for relay So many radiant eyes A show that I can't realize It has to be some spree For everyone but me Thirty minutes of wait Sunk in shining impressions Why have I always neglected it all? At the end of my fate I'm still crowded with various questions How do I solve them before I will fall? Too many smiles around Clue to this riddle I found Nobody cares of my personal grief Waiting for New Year's Eve Needless, outdated Feckless, antiquated I was welcomed like a king And left as a broken thing Dying, desolated Doomed, alienated Sunny notes of Christmas waltz Were absolutely false Gleeful crystalline voice of a holiday bell Was a prelude to forthcoming knell