Текст песни A Prance Amidst Chrysanthemums - 137

I have observed that the gardener's Eden
Is sown in tears for the flower's feedin'
Within my bowels no pith is conjured
For howls of the mundane

'Cause I'm so jaded
All my cares have faded
I am all but made it
On the tearful chessboard that is life

And many truly don't realize
The greatest enforcer
Does not lie, in the sheath
Rather in your mind

Roll back stone
Of sepulcher
So I can lie within

Spending my time trying to differentiate
Between the Jesus and the Judas at my Last Supper
Keeping a bit of the vigor to write my poems
Putting the pencil to papyrus
So to save a couple souls amidst the stormy weather

I'm keeping it seminal every seed that I sow
That means that I'm running a gambit every single time that I flow
I'm speaking with the raven and I'm talking to crow
And I'm seeing that the Ferryman is close in tow

Running low on time
Hourglass ain't on my side
But I'm trying to understand
What is on the other side
Of the coin we were dealt
Flipped a coin upon some felt
Heads is what it landed on
But what is tails all about

I go to dance
With the shadows at dawn
No ballgown
For this gala
No
I'm a king
I'm no pawn

I must advance
'Spite the snakes 'neath each pile
Of leaves
Upon my orchard
Row
Through this river of bones

But I'm so jaded
All my cares have faded
I am all but made it
On the tearful chessboard that is life