Archive No.5: The Elysian Gardens - The Imitations of Art
Fingers wine stained, your soul impaled
Burgundy pleasures are just mind games
Terrible thoughts, somber twisted plots
Diagnosed finical so we call it all off
You were the Aurora Borealis to my winter skies
Ebony painted bruises bejeweled by violet fires
I'm a growing syndicate hiding behind the parapet
Sorrows are the best kept secrets because everybody knows them anyway
Doused in ivy oils, burn more than poisoned vines
A confetti of rage one rendezvous at a time
Diamond recklessness, shatter proof promises
If you know you know then pretend you don't
You were the Aurora Borealis to my winter skies
Ebony painted bruises bejeweled by violet fires
I'm a growing syndicate hiding behind the parapet
Sorrows are the best kept secrets because everybody knows them anyway
The September sky, all gold and hazy
Take the secret right and you'll reach the valley
Hold on too tight and you'll lose your faith like a firefly
The December winds, all frost bitten
The whistle blows and the train pulls in
You've cursed the Elysian gardens and now they're fields of remorse
You were the Aurora Borealis to my winter skies
Ebony painted bruises bejeweled by violet fires
I'm a growing syndicate hiding behind the parapet
Sorrows are the best kept secrets because everybody knows them anyway.
-auctor

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