Suicide And Other Comforts Lyrics
In a place for the deadOvercome by woeAnd here, I've grownSo fond of dreadThat I swear it's heavenOh sweet May,Dressed in griefRoll back the stoneWith these words scrawled in a severed handTears fall like shards of glass that bandIn rivers, like sinnersSwept with me to join the damnedA darkened skyThe day that laughter diedFell swiftly into nightAnd stayed within Her sightStaring at the knifeOh God, how easy now the sacrificeMy life, to have Her with meSo farewell to distant thunderThose inept stars I've worshipped underFall father, their FatherLies in wait in flames belowWhilst my love, a blood red flowerCalls to me from verdant bowersGraveside, I cryPlease save me from this Hell I knowA darkened skyThe day that laughter diedFell swiftly into nightAnd stayed within Her sightStaring at the knifeOh God, how easy now to sacrificeMy life, to have Her with meAn eye for an eye as espied in the bibleMy faith is lost to the burning of idolsOne less cross to press upon the survivalOf this lorded agonyAnd I, (much as I have triedTo bury Her from mind,Fate's tourniquet was tied, when She died...)Still sense Her presence so divineLithe arms about my throatLike pining swans entwinedFootfalls at nightfall close to mineSuicide is a tried and tested formula for releaseI snatch Her whisper like the wind through cedarsSee Her face in every natural featureMidst the mist and sleepy hollows of fever...With glee deceiving meSuicide is a tried and tested formula for releaseI hear Her voice from where the grave defies HerSirensong to sing along, no finerSuicide notes, harmonised in a minorStrike a chord with miseryNo light nor reefNo unsinkable of romance keeps meSafely from the stormy seasNow drowning, resoundingDeath-knells pound my dreamsUnthinkable to dredge through thisListless and lonely winter friezeA darken skyThis day hereafter diesFalls swiftly into nightAbd stays within my sightStaring at the knifeOh God, how ease it was to sacrificeMy life, to have Her with meNo more a victime of crsadeWhere souls are strung from moral palissadesI slit my wrists and quickly slip away...I journey now on SummerlandsTo grace Her lips with contrabandThe blaze once in my veins
Cradle Of Filth Suicide And Other Comforts
