From distant worlds From a time remote This too shall pass
Absent or mystery We hold the key to uncertainty
(Sometimes art should be nothing but violence! Sometimes art should be nothing but cruelty!
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 chain me down To have and to hold This twisted crown
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 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 (Sometimes art should be nothing but violence!) Sometimes art should be nothing but cruelty!)
So kiss me cold When they drag me down To have and to hold This twisted crown (Sometimes art should be nothing but violence!) Sometimes art should be nothing but cruelty!)