The Art Of Memory
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Inner city madness
A lonely soul
Streets to reverberating empty
We’ve got places to go
Partners in crime
They’ll never know
The more the merrier
Or am I wrong ?
Let me wander through mementoscapes and personal plains
Me and my memory take our time to relive joys and pains
Time is a monstrosity stumbling silently by my side
Not a comfort nor a treat, day-to-day harrowing lie
There is a place, a calling for me and my own
Orgyous Solitude – Lunacy Raves –
My feet take me where my heart doesn’t dare to float
A vacant building’s rejected stare draws me close
Underneath it’s decline long forgotten fragrance rose
Inviting me to join a red eyed phantom dance
Lucent guests are dressed up for tonight’s rare chance
Richely fluids flow in the honor of departed times.
Orgyous solitude is mine…
Inner city ballrooms
Now let us dance
Recollective entanglement
Is my harrowing romance
For my desire I cry, should’ve let it all die
Melancholy is the bitter virtue of the damned
Phantom dance – Lunacy Craves -
My feet take me where my heart doesn’t dare to float
Inner city nightmares
My lonely soul
My mischievous brethren Malachaia and I
We’ve got places to go
Our screams still haunt the abandoned corridors
When we’re long gone
There’s a beast waiting to be disturbed
We’ve got places to go
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