This Twisted Crown

Rome 

  this twisted crown 

  so close and yet so far 
  a black craving's call 
  from distant worlds 
  from a time remote 
  this too shall pass 

  absent or mystery 
  we hold the keys to uncertainty 

  sometimes art can be nothing but violence 
  sometimes art can be nothing but cruelty 
  certains s'en inquietent, c'est vrai. 
  certains s'en inquietent. 

  ever distant 
  ever silent 
  these chains of glass 
  order and instinct 
  this too shall pass 

  certains s'en inquietent, c'est vrai. 
  certains s'en inquietent. 

  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 
  so kiss me cold when they drag me down 
  to have and to hold this twisted crown