It must be nice to disappear To have a vanishing act To always be looking forward And never looking back
How nice it is to disappear Float into a mist With a young lady on your arm Looking for a kiss
It might be nice to disappear To have a vanishing act To always be looking forward Never look over your back
It must be nice to disappear Float into a mist With a young lady on your arm Looking for a kiss I want to Know (Pit and Pendulum) Young Poe
Under the intense scrutiny of Ligeia's eyes I have felt the full knowledge and force of their expression and yet been unable to possess it and have felt it leave me as so many other things have left, the letter half read the bottle half drunk finding in the commonest objects of the universe a circle of analogies, of metaphors for that expression which has been willfully withheld from me, the access to the inner soul denied.
Judges (Choir): I want to know
In consideration of the faculties and impulses of the human soul in consideration of our arrogance our radical, primitive irreducible arrogance of reason we have all overlooked the propensity. We saw no need for it, the paradoxical something which we may call perverseness. Through its promptings we act without comprehensible object.
We act for the reason we should not. For certain minds this is absolutely irresistible. The conviction of the wrong or impolicy of an action is often the unconquerable force. It is a primitive impulse. The overwhelming tendency to do wrong for the wrong's sake. We persist in acts because we feel that we should not persist in them.
Judges and the dead people (Choir): I want to know