| The Willing Well II: From Fear Through the Eyes of Madness | |
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| Appears On | Good Apollo, I'm Burning Star IV, Vol. 1 - From Fear Through the Eyes of Madness |
| Track | 13 |
| Length | 7:28 |
| Produced By | Michael Birnbaum Chris Bittner |
| Preceded By | The Willing Well I: Fuel for the Feeding End |
| Followed By | The Willing Well III: Apollo II: The Telling Truth |
The Willing Well II: From Fear Through the Eyes of Madness is the thirteenth song on the 2005 album Good Apollo, I'm Burning Star IV, Vol. 1 - From Fear Through the Eyes of Madness.
This song is the second part of the four part "The Willing Well" suite, dealing with the Writer entering into the story to kill off Ambellina and set Claudio on the path to realize his place as The Crowing and end the story.
Lyrics[]
What is this that I feel, and what is this that I fear?
In these arms that whored out amongst the worms
That mate in these fields
Oh, from pressure to pain, I wish to stay awake
In the measure I test with your love for me
To shout against these walls
With hope that one will break free
So hear me...
What is this that you keep selling me, boy?
I’m not gonna hold your hand here when you walk
You’ll burn in hell while they’re digging you out
You’ll burn in hell while they’re digging you out
I’m not gonna hold your hand here when you walk
You’ll burn in hell while they’re digging you out
You’ll burn in hell while they’re digging you out
So picture this face and burn it to flake
To shelter it at home at the fireplace
And all but memory will fade
With the flick of the flame
So I have a secret that no one should know
That I shouldn't tell
But of all the... but of all the worlds
This one won’t feel...
This one just won’t leave me well
What is this shit you keep selling me, boy?
I’m not gonna hold your hand here when you walk
You’ll burn in hell while they’re digging you out
You’ll burn in hell while they’re digging you out
I’m not gonna hold your hand here when you walk
You’ll burn in hell while they’re digging you out
You’ll burn in hell...
In the press of your back
Do you feel the shore swell?
Oh boy, I’m eating my way back home
In the press of your back
Do you feel the short story end?
Oh boy, I’m eating my way back home
As father told son in the make of his final escape
"Should all good boys die with God at their side,
At the grace of his gates?"
No, the Robot holds none with the mind
And a heart to comply
Then I will disguise and grieve of those dead
When I’m given the time
Run little rabbit...
Go hide in the blades of that grass...
Run rabbit run
Should capture be our earnest fault?
Breathe up through lust, I’ll find your cure
In there I’ll kill, kill, yeah...
In there I’ll kill, kill, kill...
With your last breath of air
As the Earth comes trembling down
Would you give her this last night,
And give up your life?
With your last breath of air
As the Earth comes trembling down
Would you give her this last night,
The love of your life?
No one runs faster than you can
No one runs faster than you
No one runs faster than you eat
(To the end with you)
(x5)