The Pooka Sings (Final Fantasy)

Oh! your eyes, your greedy eyes! Your dry and desperate tongue You've told a lie! a lie! a lie! For every pretty note your reddy voice has sung Do we believe in devils? No. Winged men? The healing pow'are of love? No. Enchantment? Social justice? No. Dead child actors in a white, white world above? No. Then why are all your songs about the things that don't exist? Do not resist! You'll burn these lies tonight and never let them live Oh, stoke the fire, you'll burn these words tonight I cannot let them live The Pooka wings away His power o'er me's at an end And I put down the violin I leave it down, never again!