No More Orpheus

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[Instrumental intro]

[Verse 1: Male Rapper 1]
A poet doesn't need the courage that a soldier has to claim,
A poet stands in a different line, plays a different game.
It's Orpheus, returned from hell, a shadow of his past,
He's now ashamed to sing his songs, the die has been cast.
He saw the moaning shadows there, a sight you can't unsee,
Beneath the ghostly branches of a phantom, dying tree.
He heard their hollow, muffled hymns, a sorrow deep and wide,
He's not the same old Orpheus, that person must have died.

[Chorus: Female Rapper]
He came back from the fire, but the song is gone.
The price of getting out is moving on.
He came back from the fire, but the song is gone.
The music's faded out from dusk 'til dawn.
He came back from the fire, but the song is gone.

[Verse 2: Male Rapper 2]
Not hardened by the fire from the world that lies below,
Just scorched and burned and branded, with no other place to go.
He pays a single, heavy price, a toll he can't escape,
He has to lose his gift of song to make it through the gate.
The world will punish anyone who manages to live,
By changing their whole nature, with nothing left to give.
'Cause everything that made the music real and true and bright,
Just withers up and burns away and vanishes from sight.

[Chorus: Female Rapper]
He came back from the fire, but the song is gone.
The price of getting out is moving on.
He came back from the fire, but the song is gone.
The music's faded out from dusk 'til dawn.
He came back from the fire, but the song is gone.

[Verse 3: Male Rapper 1 & 2]
(1) As long as there's no smell of sulfur hanging in the air,
(2) The music speaks its password, like it doesn't have a care.
(1) It lives on with a foolish faith, a role it has to play,
(2) Believing it's so special at the closing of the day.
(1) It doesn't know the final prize for all the songs it sings,
(2) Is padded rooms and prison cells and all the pain that brings.
(1) It thinks it's air, it thinks it's meaning, something pure and true,
(2) But it's just the fancy icing on a cake that's made of poo.

[Chorus: Female Rapper]
He came back from the fire, but the song is gone.
The price of getting out is moving on.
He came back from the fire, but the song is gone.
The music's faded out from dusk 'til dawn.
He came back from the fire, but the song is gone.

[Verse 4: Female Rapper]
A poet doesn't need the courage, that's a fact you can't deny,
Disaster ruins all of us, it doesn't pass us by.
A soul that's dressed in armor, built to keep the pain outside,
Can't hear the sacred harmony where angels used to hide.
We'll recognize the breath of hell in things you'd never guess,
In the softest clouds of springtime, in a state of pure excess.
In the midnight dew, the garden bloom, a world of sweet delights,
In the flower buds, the butterflies, the warm and gentle nights.

[Outro][Fade Out]
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