This Twisted Crown - Rome

so close and yet so far

a black craving’s call

from distant worlds

from a time remote

this too shall pass

absent or mystery

we hold the keys to uncertainty

sometimes art can be nothing but violence

sometimes art can be nothing but cruelty

certains s’en inquiètent, c’est vrai.

certains s’en inquiètent.

ever distant

ever silent

these chains of glass

order and instinct

this too shall pass

certains s’en inquiètent, c’est vrai.

certains s’en inquiètent.

so kiss me cold when they chain me down

to have and to hold this twisted crown

so kiss me cold when they pull me down

to have and to hold this twisted crown

so kiss me cold when they drag me down

to have and to hold this twisted crown