Le Trompettiste

sleep deprived visions

leave my thoughts in division

and too many dreams have fallen

into this vortex of mental reconstruction

cue the trumpeter

blue notes on demand

playing the soundtrack

to my final stand

as i hover over the land of the dead

i see the children of things unsaid

crawling about the wasteland

unaware of the creatures hand

sheepish man with a vanishing smile
hides in the darkest part of me
pulling the strings of my sanity
dropping
dropping
dropping me into the well of madness
for one last drink before the curtain falls
on my pathetically poetic little show

and the rain will break

the cradle will fall

into the arms of genocide

tears will not end this torment

and the rain will fall

and the cradle will break

into the arms of foolish pride

tears will form a sea of lament

cue the trumpeter

blue notes on demand

playing the soundtrack

to my final stand

all to undo the wasted past

i cannot play this role cast

to jump through hoops for you

this sad clown is too old to be new

so when i meet you on life's grand stairwell
gaze into my eyes and upon this cross i bear so well
that which i bear for you
for you
for you
until you have forgotten my name
and the word friend will no longer be in vain
and the word lover carries no shame

cue the trumpeter

blue notes on demand

playing the soundtrack

to my final stand