someone found a piece of me and it wasn't till recently problems aside that i found out where they hide now you're deaf to the cries of your maker go down into slumber and industry no time to be thrown out as you leave crowned with a sigh by the well when times were bad tell me all your tales rome it tastes of wine the water fills your laughter until you miss your part in a broken century over and out until you're free if it doesn't end in laughter it will be a tragedy but the razorblade was all and rome it kissed you in the shadow of your maker no time to be thrown out as you leave crowned with a sigh by the well when times were bad tell me all your tales rome it tastes of wine the water fills your laughter until you miss your part in a broken century and you'd learned it by heart what are you s'posed to see in the fountain of art is it better not to start?