Penetrator. lyrics

Artist  : Lead Weight 
Song : Penetrator.



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Tell me not, in mournful numbers, 

Life is
but an empty dream! - 

For the soul is dead
that slumbers

And the Things are not same
what they seem. 



Life is real, Life
is earnest!

And the grave is not it's
goal;

Dust thou art, to dust returnest;

Was not spoken of the PENETRATOR!

PENETRATOR... ... 



Not enjoyment,
and not sorrow,

Is our destined end of
way-ay-ay;

But to act, that each
to-morrow

Find us farther than
to-day-ay-ay



Art is long, and Time
is fleeting,

Our hearts, though stout and
brave,

Still, like muffled drums, are
beating

Funeral marches to the
PENETRATOR!

PENETRATOR... ... 



Footprints, that perhaps another,

Sailing other life's and solemn main,

Forlorn and shipwrecked brother,

Seeing,
shall take the heart again.



Let us,
then, be up and doing,

With a heart for any
fa-a-ate,

Still achieving, still
pursuing,

Learn to favor waiting
PENETRATOR!

PENETRATOR... ...



Tell me not, in mournful numbers,

Life
is but an empty dream! -

For the soul is
dead that slumbers

And the Things are not
same what they seem.



Life is real,
Life is earnest!

And the grave is not it's
goal;

Dust thou art, to dust returnest;

Was not spoken of the PENETRATOR!

PENETRATOR... ...