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TOURNIQUET lyrics : "The Tomb Of Gilgamesh"

I ask that you return me
The years I did ignore thee
And with my burden bury

The weight of guilt I carry
And lead me to the well of life
Before my soul departs


Now I so clearly see how I have murdered me
And I cannot fake what I tried to make of myself - a God

Please heal me

The halls of countless eriudite teeming with the self deified

Cloaked in snuffy habiliments
No need to strive for holiness
When beauty dies she leaves behind the scars of dreams abandoned long ago


Where myriad wonders once repelled the onslaught of decay
Now given to the manifold miseries of mortal dismay

And out of joy is sorrow born the stained white halls are now forlorn

Wisdom calls from these halls


Now I so clearly see how I have murdered me and I cannot fake - please heal
me


So very wise in their own eyes
The world's great minds will one day find

That for life they studied, worked, and pined
But in wisdom made by man alone that a high IQ with low regard
Will be dethroned and from heaven barred


Wisdom calls from these halls


I ask that you return me
The years I did ignore thee
And with my burden bury

The weight of guilt I carry
And lead me to the well of life
Before my soul departs


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