Modern Prometheus - Pyogenesis, Lord Of The Lost, Chris Harms

Deal with the two mysteries

Of creation, life and death

I wait for a new life to come

I wait to smell the breath

The world to me’s a secret

Which I desire to divine

Something is at work in my soul

Which I cannot assign

(And so my heart)

And so my heart

It doesn’t beat for you no more

(My heart)

It doesn’t beat for you no more

(My heart)

It doesn’t beat for you no more

And all it does is feeling sore

(My heart)

It doesn’t beat for you no more

(My heart)

It doesn’t beat for you no more

(My heart)

It doesn’t beat for you no more

And all it does is feeling sore

Mortality’s no secret

For the dream is long long gone

Myself is a place where no one

Wants to stay for long

(And so my heart)

And so my heart

It doesn’t beat for you no more

(My heart)

It doesn’t beat for you no more

(My heart)

It doesn’t beat for you no more

And all it does is feeling sore

(My heart)

It doesn’t beat for you no more

(My heart)

It doesn’t beat for you no more

(My heart)

It doesn’t beat for you no more

And all it does is feeling sore

The summer months passed in heart and soul

Never did fields bestow a more plentiful harvest

That withered so slow

He who believes his native town to be the world, may rest assured

But I learned the loss of hope and innocence

And both are not to be cured

(And so my heart)

And so my heart

It doesn’t beat for you no more

(My heart)

It doesn’t beat for you no more

(My heart)

It doesn’t beat for you no more

And all it does is feeling sore

(My heart)

It doesn’t beat for you no more

(My heart)

It doesn’t beat for you no more

(My heart)

It doesn’t beat for you no more

And all it does is feeling sore