Irreverent Elegy
๐ต 1298 characters
โฑ๏ธ 5:10 duration
๐ ID: 9316269
๐ Lyrics
My life is made of emotions, passions and horrors
My temple is made of dark gloomy trees
My life is made of emotions, passions and horrors
'Cause when you truly live
'Cause when you truly live you can even fall into deep pain
'Cause when you truly live you can fall...
My bed is made of small fresh leaves
Moving slowly like a requiem
My temple is made of dark gloomy trees
Coming loose along a black oval path
My chant is a desperate and irreverent elegy
Composed in honour of those who have no reserve and fear
Hordes of maleficent and false sins come back upon me
Shall I ever let my mind wander over the sad
Over the sad effect, this filthy disease causes to my limbs
And to my heart?
I believe the persistence
Of the thin line of hope is worth this effort
I believe its benefice can reach the intensity
Of full and perpetual delight
Nothing is true, all is allowed
Nothing is true, all is allowed
In every dramatic situation
There is a subtended element of absurdity and humor
Every dogma contains something unhealthy and corrosive
And corrosive
Our identities change every day with our memories
We are not always what we really are, 'cause we reinvent ourselves
We change our skin and consistence
And we lie with innocence, trusting our memory
Trusting our memory
Trusting our memory
My temple is made of dark gloomy trees
My life is made of emotions, passions and horrors
'Cause when you truly live
'Cause when you truly live you can even fall into deep pain
'Cause when you truly live you can fall...
My bed is made of small fresh leaves
Moving slowly like a requiem
My temple is made of dark gloomy trees
Coming loose along a black oval path
My chant is a desperate and irreverent elegy
Composed in honour of those who have no reserve and fear
Hordes of maleficent and false sins come back upon me
Shall I ever let my mind wander over the sad
Over the sad effect, this filthy disease causes to my limbs
And to my heart?
I believe the persistence
Of the thin line of hope is worth this effort
I believe its benefice can reach the intensity
Of full and perpetual delight
Nothing is true, all is allowed
Nothing is true, all is allowed
In every dramatic situation
There is a subtended element of absurdity and humor
Every dogma contains something unhealthy and corrosive
And corrosive
Our identities change every day with our memories
We are not always what we really are, 'cause we reinvent ourselves
We change our skin and consistence
And we lie with innocence, trusting our memory
Trusting our memory
Trusting our memory
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:08.88] My life is made of emotions, passions and horrors
[00:16.05] My temple is made of dark gloomy trees
[00:21.79] My life is made of emotions, passions and horrors
[00:28.92] 'Cause when you truly live
[00:34.48] 'Cause when you truly live you can even fall into deep pain
[00:41.43] 'Cause when you truly live you can fall...
[00:47.78] My bed is made of small fresh leaves
[00:52.25] Moving slowly like a requiem
[01:00.63] My temple is made of dark gloomy trees
[01:05.17] Coming loose along a black oval path
[01:13.47] My chant is a desperate and irreverent elegy
[01:20.25] Composed in honour of those who have no reserve and fear
[02:05.46] Hordes of maleficent and false sins come back upon me
[02:12.17] Shall I ever let my mind wander over the sad
[02:18.46] Over the sad effect, this filthy disease causes to my limbs
[02:30.27] And to my heart?
[02:37.82] I believe the persistence
[02:40.09] Of the thin line of hope is worth this effort
[02:44.13] I believe its benefice can reach the intensity
[02:48.05] Of full and perpetual delight
[02:50.84] Nothing is true, all is allowed
[02:53.98] Nothing is true, all is allowed
[03:23.23] In every dramatic situation
[03:27.92] There is a subtended element of absurdity and humor
[03:34.54] Every dogma contains something unhealthy and corrosive
[03:47.40] And corrosive
[03:55.98] Our identities change every day with our memories
[04:02.07] We are not always what we really are, 'cause we reinvent ourselves
[04:21.62] We change our skin and consistence
[04:28.24] And we lie with innocence, trusting our memory
[04:39.32] Trusting our memory
[04:45.72] Trusting our memory
[04:55.90]
[00:16.05] My temple is made of dark gloomy trees
[00:21.79] My life is made of emotions, passions and horrors
[00:28.92] 'Cause when you truly live
[00:34.48] 'Cause when you truly live you can even fall into deep pain
[00:41.43] 'Cause when you truly live you can fall...
[00:47.78] My bed is made of small fresh leaves
[00:52.25] Moving slowly like a requiem
[01:00.63] My temple is made of dark gloomy trees
[01:05.17] Coming loose along a black oval path
[01:13.47] My chant is a desperate and irreverent elegy
[01:20.25] Composed in honour of those who have no reserve and fear
[02:05.46] Hordes of maleficent and false sins come back upon me
[02:12.17] Shall I ever let my mind wander over the sad
[02:18.46] Over the sad effect, this filthy disease causes to my limbs
[02:30.27] And to my heart?
[02:37.82] I believe the persistence
[02:40.09] Of the thin line of hope is worth this effort
[02:44.13] I believe its benefice can reach the intensity
[02:48.05] Of full and perpetual delight
[02:50.84] Nothing is true, all is allowed
[02:53.98] Nothing is true, all is allowed
[03:23.23] In every dramatic situation
[03:27.92] There is a subtended element of absurdity and humor
[03:34.54] Every dogma contains something unhealthy and corrosive
[03:47.40] And corrosive
[03:55.98] Our identities change every day with our memories
[04:02.07] We are not always what we really are, 'cause we reinvent ourselves
[04:21.62] We change our skin and consistence
[04:28.24] And we lie with innocence, trusting our memory
[04:39.32] Trusting our memory
[04:45.72] Trusting our memory
[04:55.90]