Emilie Autumn - The Art Of Suicide lyrics

The art of suicide

Nightgowns and hair

Curls flying every which way

The pain too pure to hide

Bridges of sighs

Meant to conceal lovers' lies

Under the arches of moonlight and sky

Suddenly easy to contemplate why

Why live a life

That's tainted 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 theme

"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 tainted 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 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 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

Thanks to Krista for these lyrics