
Thoughts From A Leaking Brain
Deceased...
Ghostly White • 2018
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Lyrics
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night or in a day
In a vision or in none
Is it therefore the less gone
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream
Fate that once denied him and envy that decried him
And malice that belied him now cenotaph his fame
His mind gave me horror his mind gave me fear
His mind gave me dead hearts and dear Annabel
Drawn to the thoughts in your leaking brain
I transform myself back in time
Dismissing the present to relive the past
As the light from the candle goes dark
His mind gave me evil his mind gave me sin
His mind gave me torment from the vulture eye
His mind gave me revenge his mind gave me plague
His mind gave me gold bugs and dear Annabel
Drawn to the thoughts in your leaking brain
I transform myself back in time
Dismissing the present to relive the past
As the light from the candle goes dark
I stand at your grave and honor your name
In adulation with cognac I toast
The shadow is me three roses distinct alone
At the stone in praise of the king
As time runs out on another day I await my time with Poe
The many terrors locked behind the pages that unfold
The light is black the night is here the words they come to life
Lost forever in ghastly tales that leaked out from his mind
Fate that once denied him and envy that decried him
And malice that belied him now cenotaph his fame
His mind gave me torture his mind gave me fate
His mind gave me red death and dear Annabel
Drawn to the thoughts in your leaking brain
I transform myself back in time
Dismissing the present to relive the past
As the light from the candle goes dark
As the light from the candle goes dark
Madman poetic fiend
Spirit of mystery
Madman poetic fiend
Master of tragedy
In a night or in a day
In a vision or in none
Is it therefore the less gone
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream
Fate that once denied him and envy that decried him
And malice that belied him now cenotaph his fame
His mind gave me horror his mind gave me fear
His mind gave me dead hearts and dear Annabel
Drawn to the thoughts in your leaking brain
I transform myself back in time
Dismissing the present to relive the past
As the light from the candle goes dark
His mind gave me evil his mind gave me sin
His mind gave me torment from the vulture eye
His mind gave me revenge his mind gave me plague
His mind gave me gold bugs and dear Annabel
Drawn to the thoughts in your leaking brain
I transform myself back in time
Dismissing the present to relive the past
As the light from the candle goes dark
I stand at your grave and honor your name
In adulation with cognac I toast
The shadow is me three roses distinct alone
At the stone in praise of the king
As time runs out on another day I await my time with Poe
The many terrors locked behind the pages that unfold
The light is black the night is here the words they come to life
Lost forever in ghastly tales that leaked out from his mind
Fate that once denied him and envy that decried him
And malice that belied him now cenotaph his fame
His mind gave me torture his mind gave me fate
His mind gave me red death and dear Annabel
Drawn to the thoughts in your leaking brain
I transform myself back in time
Dismissing the present to relive the past
As the light from the candle goes dark
As the light from the candle goes dark
Madman poetic fiend
Spirit of mystery
Madman poetic fiend
Master of tragedy
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