Vesperghosts Of Milford Playhouse by Mechanical Poet
Once and again
You see this stage in the rain
Blanket of leaves
Broken soffits twinkle...
Pain and love, desire and sorrow
Echoes of passion and hate...
All that place lived by is now exhaled
CRYSTAL HORNS OF NEW MOON IN THE PUDDLES
AUTUMN RAIN IN THE DARK OF NIGHT-TIME
AIRY BODIES OF SPECTERS GO ROUND IN THE DANCE
JUST REPEATING THE DEAD ACTORS MIME
Depressing scr*pe of the gate
Two hundred rows
Like two hundred effectors...
Fate, you can be such a b**ch sometimes...
Stealing the ultimate chance
Stripping our lives of the Sense
We're going all out, we do all we can
Trying to bless everybody and then...
There is only a desolate stage in the end!
Never let me awake
Let me drown in the deep
Let me die in lethargical sleep!