Trumpet the Harlot the cavalcade to convention

Auf wiedersehen my lady,
Auf wiedersehen
What i am
Sleeps six feet deep
A burning hole in my soul
Keeps me alive
What i am
Sleeps tonight
The last vision i had
You could not stand
To close your eyes
Drenched with fear;
Sedated to feel fine
Opened the door,
Two lab coats all pure
Bringing your demise
Singing our last song
To serenade your
Goodbye
And your fate
Getting near
And our souls
Feel fear
Will you breathe
For one second less
In this life
So that i can start
To live?
The last vision i had
You could not stand
To close your eyes
And your fate
Getting near
And our souls
Juxtaposed
Will you breathe
For one second less
In this life
So that i can start
To live?
Chasing ghosts,
We value all that's lost
As we bury it alive
Will you breathe
For one second less
In this life
So that i can start
To live?
(so we tow the line back home)
Inside
Singing our last serenade
With the realization that i have life
(so we tow the line back home)
Singing our last serenade
To seek one's treasure,
You must seek one's despair
(so we tow the line back home)
As we bury it alive
To seek one's treasure,
You must seek one's despair
(so we tow the line back home)
As we bury it alive