Murder In Art - Le Acteur De La Mort lyrics

I'm doomed to play This eternal role In these cold, stormy nights I whine my lonely lines Broken seats and cracked walls Wind and leaves my applause When big curtains fall I play my greatest role again How sharper than a serpents tooth It is to have a thankless child Who poisoned me before my first-night audience Now I'm only a poor, lonely ghost Prisoner of this horrifying role But how noble it is to serve art Even after d**h And when the halftime comes I creep down the stairs to Watch old pictures of those Forgotten days, long gone fame Oh, how bitter a thing It is to look into happiness Through another man's eyes I'm the ghost of forgotten theater Diva of a shadowland I'm the ghost of forgotten theater Le Acteur De La Mort