Rome
Der erscheinungen flucht
We echo death
We echo pride
Odour, colour and sound
Of the ones who fell from grace
Those who fell away
And all the trinkets unbound
This is a lover
An anguished memory
This is a warning
We fall
As servants fall
In stone gardens
Your pride should be a lighter thing
An easy thing
A cheerful thing
Our solitude growing obese
We stay and fall
A rose for the vanquished
A kiss on the neck
To be hanged
We're all doubled up with love
A traitor's love
A guardian's love
Rejoice at this
Loneliness
This imperishable craving for hopelessness
It's hard to live on what they feed you here
It's hard to live on what they feed us
Der erscheinungen flucht
We echo death
We echo pride
Odour, colour and sound
Of the ones who fell from grace
Those who fell away
And all the trinkets unbound
This is a lover
An anguished memory
This is a warning
We fall
As servants fall
In stone gardens
Your pride should be a lighter thing
An easy thing
A cheerful thing
Our solitude growing obese
We stay and fall
A rose for the vanquished
A kiss on the neck
To be hanged
We're all doubled up with love
A traitor's love
A guardian's love
Rejoice at this
Loneliness
This imperishable craving for hopelessness
It's hard to live on what they feed you here
It's hard to live on what they feed us
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