In Memoriam

Old man you know the path to go

No one can flee his fate or destiny

Escape life's grim reality

He takes the stairs down to his hidden kingdom

Where puppets and clows bow to their lord of dreams

Who lived a lie or so it seems

A big collection carved from marble, stone or wood

His life's work, now soon to be forgotten

Just one piece to go, his claim to fame to keep

His name up high, it should, oh, how his

Fingers have bled, to fulfill his dream

That for a long time, already is dead

He flirts with his drink, burns out another fag

And he sighs with a smile, funny how the worries

Fade with each and every drag you take

Empty pockets, hollow scheme

Nothing left but a broken dream

Oh, human stain life's decay

At the end of the day

With shacky hands he holds the knife he knows he should

And he would leave another marking on the table

For one last masterpiece of marble, stone or wood

Oh, but he's cold and he's conscious somehow that if time

Will allow tonight he must take his last bow!

You live shy of life is it worth the strive

This obscure waste of time?

Oh, remember my name, I was the master of the game!

You've neglected love and to God above

That goes down as your crime

Oh, I tried to stand tall I plead guilty to it all

Now the curtain must fall

We're gathered here in faith God fear to witness and share

Our next of kin, now freed from sin no more to lay bare

From life he shied, no tears were cried as we witnessed his fall

Old man you lived just as you died alone

Now your free free from it all

What is life and what is death?

Are we just paws in someone's game of chess?

Is it all an illusion a far forbidden dream?

Is God the maker of this complex scheme?

Am I his decoy through my suffering joy?