Comedy Is Over Testo

Tongues of fire
Catch up with shadows
Paintings whirling in a drowse
Are like a passing wind

Here I am
Here I am
Though I shouldnt be here
I am and
I am and
I am and that I am gone

Oh my god
Does this make sense
Is this real
Or is it my imagination
Comedy is over

Relief
Jammed through my veins
Sadness fades away
When I disappear
Disappear  in illusion

My soul
My mind
My soul and mind
Pass into silence
I leave not to return

Oh my god!
Oh my god!
Is this now it ends?
Oh my god!
Oh my god!
Comedy is over