Album: Searching In The Sarchasm
born a slave to die, Spartacus Kirk Douglas
he's got a sword by his side and his future's looking a little brighter
but roman reach divide, leader of men
can you imagine the father he would have been?
but they seized him and killed him before his child
and I know the "how" and the "when" but the "why" I can't seem to comprehend
if I could just say I'm Spartacus, come off that cross, stay with us
I keep asking, "are you satisfied?" if you're not then, why'd he have to die?
is it just for your complex story line? just tell me, why'd he have to die?
back to modern times right now
grandfather clock design, aural advice, I have relied on his chime
but his chambers speak of spontaneous combustion
and they blew up last night
his heart - it quit beating - just stopped, expired time
the weights are too heavy now, that was his job but he died
and I know the "how" and the "when" but the "why" I can't seem to comprehend
his hands and face aren't moving, say something, anything
hey, I know, what you're feeling like
but you don't understand what I'm doing with your life
are you not stronger now? what I did to him I did for….you
but you'll never know, cause it's all about what's best for you
but you only feel what's right in front of you, right now
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