Singer Of Strange Songs

I told you about the world

Of how the stuggle for order and peace

and self-important hypocrisy fails

in the face of reality

And how there is no grand scheme

No rest for the living..only death

Chaos and the cold endless void

Is all that awaits..

We are all forgotten

We are all dust

We are all unimportant

We are all dead

No rest for the living..only death

You thought me mad

You wanted me to be like you,

To see the error of my ways..

So you told me things I knew were wrong

You showed me why I would never fit in

Why then, does what I have become surprise you?

Dreamer,

Prophet,

Singer of strange songs

I went my own twisted way

Mocked by the world

Feared by the righteous

But always where I wanted..

Now that all has changed,

And the night is colder

Now that life has shown its true colors

And you..

You are forgotten

You are old

You are unimportant

You are dead

Can you face the real truth?

Can you call me a madman anymore?

Do you regret your selfless life?

The things you could never do,

In fear of what others would think?

Do you see why I became a:

Dreamer,

Prophet,

Singer of strange songs.