I am, yet what I am none cares or knows
My friends forsake me like a memory lost
They rise and vanish in oblivious host
And yet I am, like vapors tossed
They rise and vanish in oblivious host
I am the consumer of all woes
Into the nothingness of scorn and noise
Into the living sea of waking dreams
Where there is no sense of life nor joys
Only the wreckage of life's esteems
Like a shadow within life's stifled throes
I am the consumer of all woes
And even the dearest, that I love the best
Are strange, nay, rather stranger than the rest
I long for a place where none have smiled or wept
Where I may sleep as I in childhood slept
Un-troubling and untroubled where I lie
The grass below, above the vaulted sky
Like a shadow within life's stifled throes
I am the consumer of all woes
Nosce Teipsum - Consumer of Woe Lyrics
Nosce Teipsum - Consumer of Woe Lyrics
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I am, yet what I am none cares or knows
My friends forsake me like a memory lost
They rise and vanish in oblivious host
And yet I am, like vapors tossed
They rise and vanish in oblivious host
I am the consumer of all woes
Into the nothingness of scorn and noise
Into the living sea of waking dreams
Where there is no sense of life nor joys
Only the wreckage of life's esteems
Like a shadow within life's stifled throes
I am the consumer of all woes
And even the dearest, that I love the best
Are strange, nay, rather stranger than the rest
I long for a place where none have smiled or wept
Where I may sleep as I in childhood slept
Un-troubling and untroubled where I lie
The grass below, above the vaulted sky
Like a shadow within life's stifled throes
I am the consumer of all woes
My friends forsake me like a memory lost
They rise and vanish in oblivious host
And yet I am, like vapors tossed
They rise and vanish in oblivious host
I am the consumer of all woes
Into the nothingness of scorn and noise
Into the living sea of waking dreams
Where there is no sense of life nor joys
Only the wreckage of life's esteems
Like a shadow within life's stifled throes
I am the consumer of all woes
And even the dearest, that I love the best
Are strange, nay, rather stranger than the rest
I long for a place where none have smiled or wept
Where I may sleep as I in childhood slept
Un-troubling and untroubled where I lie
The grass below, above the vaulted sky
Like a shadow within life's stifled throes
I am the consumer of all woes
Writer: Nosce Teipsum
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