Tomb Of The Unkown Poet Lyrics

In between the eyes of a madman

Trapped in the bowels of time

Lies the burning spark of genius

Tying to break through he slime

But the mush that surrounds the brilliance

Is what makes this great being mad

And so it was said by his fellows

That this human is bad

Decreed so it was

That he shall remain

In a place of cold walls

A place of no pain

But the lack of this pain

In itself was a hurt

It made him think logic

It made his thoughts curt

But this awful fate

This creative restraint

Made him ideal

The perfect mistake

Thus the pundits decided

That his illness was cured

But the spark was extinguished

No genius endured