Текст Emilie Autumn – The Art Of Suicide

The art of suicide, nightgowns and hair
Curls flying every which where
The pain too pure to hide
Bridges of Sighs

Under the arches of moonlight and sky
Suddenly easy to contemplate why, why
Why live a life
That’s painted with pity and sadness and strife
Why dream a dream
That’s tainted with trouble and less than it seems
Why bother bothering
Just for a poem or another sad song to sing
Why live a life
Why live a life

The art of suicide, pretty and clean
Conveys a theatrical scene
«Alas, I’m gone!» she cried
Ankles displayed
Melodramatically laid

Under the arches of moonlight and sky
Suddenly easy to contemplate why, why
Why live a life
That’s painted with pity and sadness and strife
Why dream a dream
That’s tainted with trouble and less than it seems
Why bother bothering
Just for a poem or another sad song to sing
Why live a life
Why live a life

Why live a life
That’s painted with pity and sadness and strife
Why dream a dream
That’s tainted with trouble and less than it seems
Why bother bothering
Just for a poem or another sad song to sing
Why live a life
Why live a life
Why live a life
Why live a life

Life is not like Gloomy Sunday
With a second ending when the people are disturbed
Well they should be disturbed
Because there’s a story that ought to be heard
Life is not like Gloomy Sunday
With a second ending when the people are disturbed
Well they should be disturbed
Because there’s a lesson that really ought to be learned

The world is full of poets
We don’t need anymore
The world is full of singers
We don’t need anymore
The world is full of lovers
We don’t need anymore