I saw in his heart too much rage
And it scares me so
My notebook is going to hurt your mind like an arrow shot by a bow
I'll tell you how the god of music died
The mad teacher cried:
"I killed him with poison"
His last mass was indeed written for himself
Day of tears, that day, when the guilty man will rise from the fire
Dona eis requiem, amen
The truth is said in many ways
And we can't be sure
That a genius' birth is always pure
When we look inside his soul
Envy is the real womb of sin
The mad teacher cried:
"I killed him with poison"
His last mass was indeed written for himself
Day of tears, that day, when the guilty man will rise from the fire
Dona eis requiem, amen
The mad teacher cried:
"I killed him with poison"
His last mass was indeed written for himself
Day of tears, that day, when the guilty man will rise from the fire
Dona eis requiem, amen