The Playwright

You said you're living in heaven
But you don't know what's going wrong
I saw the misteries
That are been written by the oldman

I have seen what my pen will show you
Act One the Strange Dreams
I will show it

I've denied a life of lechery
'Cause I just want to be the taylor
The weaver of our dreams
Like a madman in the cellar

I can be all the destiny
Act Two The Eternity

Like a million of dreams in the night
I will write running against the time
Like a lively wind in my mind
I will die corrupted by my heart

Piece of hell and entertainment
Act Three The Dead I Will Be

Like a million of dreams in the night
I will write running against the time
Like a lively wind in my mind
I will die corrupted by my heart