His dry lips are smiling,
I see life in those eyes;
that died long ago
His vocals, always lying
Now talks about the truth of ages;
advice for times to go.
He is in joy;
This man who suffered alive,
Happily follows death's ploy.
As if his soul is gonna revive.
This man is not strange,
A profound reason, in his smile.
He will now meet her, of his age,
Whose demise, he rejected in denial.
How cruel she was
She left him in hurry;
Unable to mend death's laws,
Her hopes, he could only bury.
Mar 1, 2025
Mar 1, 2025 at 9:00 AM UTC
His dry lips are smiling,
I see life in those eyes;
that died long ago
His vocals, always lying
Now talks about the truth of ages;
advice for times to go.
He is in joy;
This man who suffered alive,
Happily follows death's ploy.
As if his soul is gonna revive.
This man is not strange,
A profound reason, in his smile.
He will now meet her, of his age,
Whose demise, he rejected in denial.
How cruel she was
She left him in hurry;
Unable to mend death's laws,
Her hopes, he could only bury.