Ironical Communion (amber Lyrics

Ironical Communion (amber lyrics

Sweet Irony,

hits my tangled troubles, and frees this

blade

from the stranding line

Cynically slides,

Through dusty
gemstone,

To offer a soft respite to my ethereal

plagues.



Let me cover with silence,

The figures around me:

A velvety sigh
on the noisy stammering.



Grow to a physical essence,

And
heavily walk on this living mosaic

Called pain...

I can hear the
breath of every dowel:

My demons are waiting...



Conceal this
fool architecture

From my (singing) conviction.

Blind my cyclopian,
trifling dreads

And dethrone the useless days

From my infested
eyes.

Irony, my care.