The Shadowtheater Lyrics

The curtains are calling once more
I must leave behind my ways of yore

I know that change is a necessary evil
But I refuse to conform to the shadows
My inner peace is blown to little pieces
The notion of inhuman fear is restored
Damn the pleasures of the flesh
If they are the sole reason to be
They leave me flat, they leave me indifferent
They leave me yearning for permanent solitude

Always a puppet, and never a master
Enjoying the strain of the rope on my neck
Ecstatic decay of all my senses
The theater of shadows calls me back, calls me back

Semen is collateral damage
Spit is used in spades
All is well behind the scenes
Yet deathnotes are given shape
I don't know if red is the bright light
Or final solution
Is the problem writing itself
Or is psychosis wearing me down

Puzzled
Wandering if shots will draw me back to square one
Defiance is hidden far too briefly
Just another in the line of pointless masks
Hang me out to dry
Hang me out to die
Bite the prosthetic that feeds
And move on to suck something else of life, something else of love

Always a puppet, and never a master
Enjoying the strain of the rope on my neck
Ecstatic decay of all my senses
The theater of shadows calls me back, calls me back

Leave and cry me a river
My skin gets too tight
The least you can do is lend me hope
Then I'll let you off the hook

Ripping up the parts I've exposed
Making my way through the next scene
On and on I go through this bitch of life
The scenery of bleakness suits me well

Still I am a puppet, never a master
I suffer the strain of the rope on my neck
All my senses in trance, decayed
The theater of shadows made me a living, breathing wreck

Feasting on a bile of self-loathing
Pushing the skies even further away
Leave me with flash on a blank stage
Leastways all will have good laugh

Still I am a puppet, never a master
I suffer the strain of the rope on my neck
All my senses in trance, decayed
The theater of shadows made me a living, breathing wreck

Feelings have all but eroded
Gloom assumes the leading role
Wondering whether the noose would fit me well, fit me well
I'd rather stay in the shadows
So that you can bite your way inside
To dream of joy is to wait in vain
The heavens have brushed me aside

For all my doubts I'll get no comforting bliss
The gutter greets me with open arms
Better raise the wall up high again
Thank you for watching, the play is over

The end