despite exile - scarlet reverie lyrics
“we’re the middle children of history, man. no purpose or place. we have no great war. no great depression. our great war’s a spiritual war… our great depression is our lives.”
sky is the canvas, waiting just for a single color
a pale january as the background of a velvet dream, precious
child insomnia stands onto the rooftop in a reverie, the curse of half+sleep
when every pillow is made of marble, every night is hanging timeless
memoriеs of distant glances, winter seas, colors еver seen
mad thoughts madly dancing, within the vortex of disillusion
in a reverie, the curse of not belonging
if once it was for her, no more
if once it was for resignation, no longer
to fly, and fall headlong tasting scarlet flavor
a painter dyes the blue, a marvelous picture
bless this inspiration that k!lls the last doubt
turn the brush and paint the inner part of mouth
never thought would be this bitter the taste of god
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