Enslavement Of Beauty - An Affinity For Exuberance lyrics

A wounded soul leaps highest I've heard the poet tell 'tis but the ecstasy of d**h And then the breath is still As I lay, defeated, I'm dying Longing to have you near As I lay, defeated, I'm dying Longing to have you here The smitten soul that gushes The trampled heart that springs A wearied ghost that keeps running From where the torment stings Mirth is the prelude to anguish, And laughter is its final aim Lest some f**er spot the wicked And do not fail to exclaim! As I lay, defeated, I'm dying Longing to have you near As I lay, defeated, I'm dying Longing to have you here Success is counted sweetest By those who never succeed To comprehend a fame like this Requires sorest need Not one of all those f**ers Who rose the flag today Can even tell the definition of fame So pure, of victory