17.03.2002, 19:14
The rhyme of the scytheman
Shall I put my smile in faces
faces that smile never dared?
Won't it be replaced by sadness
sadness that just drives me mad?
In the circular of living
there's a hangman playing chess.
If you'll stand or if you crumble
how your life goes, curse or bless.
Do not try to win your party!
He's the last guard of the line!
Not a smile can make him shiver
not a kiss can give you time.
Take a handful dust from seaground
Take some snow from desert plains
Put your fingerprints in iron
What will stay are dead remains.
There's a time that tells you laughing
There's a time that makes you cry'n
What you keep inside from living
is just a harder kind of dyin'.
Shall I put my smile in faces
faces that smile never dared?
Won't it be replaced by sadness
sadness that just drives me mad?
In the circular of living
there's a hangman playing chess.
If you'll stand or if you crumble
how your life goes, curse or bless.
Do not try to win your party!
He's the last guard of the line!
Not a smile can make him shiver
not a kiss can give you time.
Take a handful dust from seaground
Take some snow from desert plains
Put your fingerprints in iron
What will stay are dead remains.
There's a time that tells you laughing
There's a time that makes you cry'n
What you keep inside from living
is just a harder kind of dyin'.