The Art Of Suicide Lyrics - Opheliac - Emilie Autumn

The art of suicide, nightgowns and hair 

Curls flying every which-way 

The fate too pure to hide, bridges of sighs 

Meant to conceal lover's lies 

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 lie? Why live a lie? 

The art of suicide,pretty and clean 

Conveys a theatrical scene 

Alas, I've 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 lie? Why live a lie? 

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 lie? Why live a lie? 

Why live a lie? Why live a lie? 

Life is not like a gloomy Sunday 

With a second ending where the people are disturbed 

Well, they should be disturbed 

Because there's a story that ought to be heard 

Life is not like a gloomy Sunday 

With a second ending where 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 any more 

The world is full of singers, we don't need any more 

The world is full of lovers, we don't need any more