Script Of A Dead Lyrics

song lyrics Script Of A Dead Poet lyrics The coffee black and nearly cold And I look back while hours pass by A sheet of paper on the table torn to shreds If you are able to solve the puzzle, try It s my last script that you may hold Or wipe away when the bar has closed My last remains here in your hands and in the end What I was writing for, I just don t know Don t know How many times to make youy understand Or was it for the triumph of applauding hands How many words I had to spell and all the stories I would tell For the short and orgiastic turn when d you say: well What were they for, these black inked dreams A guaranty that I was wise And so called gods define an entrance for eternal life Into a masterpeace of mine All I wanted to be Was extraordinary, extraordinary And maybe I was wrong How many people have I killed With my suicidal songs song lyrics