The world's a stage and life's a play and
I and you are but decay
Grandeur left our fragrant souls
As life left the rotting rose
Lullabies and crackling clouds
Closing shafts and shrieking shrouds
Pantomimes await us all
And the rains will wet this soul
But nonetheless, the seed of youth
'tis what gives life to the truth
Once more
Tick-tock, tick-tock, chimes are swinging
Bristling in the frozen air (and)
All the passion of possession
Lures us down in coffins pale and
Pantomimes await us all
And the rains will wet this soul
But nonetheless, the seed of youth
'tis what gives life to the truth
Again
Our passion outgrows the Sun, day by day
But not one moment do we stop, askéth by reason
Glorifying doom, so spurious
We have the passion to possess oblivion
Pantomimes...
And now we march all hand in hand
Let them face this one last stand
But can we turn the passion into light (Life)
Once more