Ironical Communion (Amber)
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Lyrics
Sweet Irony, hits my tangled troubles, and frees this blade from the stranding line Cynically slides, Through dusty gemstone, To offer a soft respite to my ethereal plagues. Let me cover with silence, The figures around me: A velvety sigh on the noisy stammering. Grow to a physical essence, And heavily walk on this living mosaic Called pain... I can hear the breath of every dowel: My demons are waiting... Conceal this fool architecture From my (singing) conviction. Blind my cyclopian, trifling dreads And dethrone the useless days From my infested eyes. Irony, my care.
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Song Details
- Duration
- 05:27
- Key
- 1
- Tempo
- 103 BPM