Flowers From Exile

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