Tomb of the Unknown Poet Songtext
von Tempus Fugit

In between the eyes of a madman
Trapped in the bowels of time
Lies the burning spark of genius
Tying to break through he slime
But the mush that surrounds the brilliance
Is what makes this great being mad
And so it was said by his fellows
That this human is bad


Decreed so it was
That he shall remain
In a place of cold walls
A place of no pain
But the lack of this pain
In itself was a hurt
It made him think logic
It made his thoughts curt

But this awful fate
This creative restraint
Made him ideal
The perfect mistake
Thus the pundits decided
That his illness was cured
But the spark was extinguished
No genius endured