Poisoned Youth (Live)

歌詞

"Capture youth as youth retains Its place" Thought the painter as he looked Upon his face To taste all wondrous gift ... Save no expense My feet to take all paths ... Filled rich incense To breathe the pleasures of the earth ... Discarding nothing His passion he gave to an actress Played Imogen and Juliet, She was perfect Slk thread curls on cool white Ivory skin A goddess so distant had enraptured him The love that I found on theatre's Stage is dead This prince so charming leads my Heart instead But no, to me you are the loves You;ve played If fantary is dead, the age decays Parting poison make up falling Tears like rain The writing helpless snowflake melts Inside its grave Reflected conscience slips away Away, away A dream of form in days of thought My lost creation rich restored We'll paint your form with every Care and grace You are perfect in everything as a Flower blooms in spring Releasing madness from within Beneath this work our very sould do hide Me of my brish, you of your youth Are tied to canvas forever Fading never But evil thoughts turn into twisted life Resounding through his years And the portrait sits and now those Scarlet lips have suffered changes Does my eye speak the truth, my Wondrous youth No winter marred his face or stained The flower-like bloom Of his skin through sunner's vine But wine like fragrance it fades And it dies He gazed in the glass and sigher his Thoughts drifted by How I wish that I could steal my youth And the pircture base the age uncouth (Peter Pan on rooftops dancing ever Soaked in youth Adonis plays innocence in Unrevealed truth) My soul to art I did then betroth My body left alive unmoved I can stay youthful for all my life And the picture I'll keep from the World's peering eyes My sins it will hold, its face Will grow old And all the people will know not Why my face is young till the day That I die The gates if the saeasons they Open and close And the pathways perfection a Faltered respose An age elf slips free ascending this tree He sneaks up with ease outstretched Arms reaching high So small but so vital his glistening smile The face as with fever is stricken A red bead of dew sickly thickens Scorching his eyesight the charred Wrinkled skin His mirror of conscience that Burdens the sins "Heaven, helpless, drowned confusion" A satyr looks down From the frame, illusion The blade shines brightly it fills his Fingers with hate A veil of darkness descends it bends To his feet A life of lust, mistrust decreasing Visions varnished, stripped unseen Does the eye speak the truth, his Wondrous youth