Little Compounds Of Rhapsody

Philharmonic candle
Symphonic handle
I try just to listen
the sound of a fire
I taste it like desire

Black violin candle
Dark drums handle
I try just to listen
It's my time here
I taste it like fear

How to control this love,
scratching like a clove
I have nothing to solve
My love keep my fire
and do not involve

Just a moon speaks
in my lonely pen
I adore with no then...
I will not regret,
what I want to get

Organ in candle
Piano draw a handle
It could happen in
the night behind a wall
when you've got it all

Violoncello candle
Guitar make it handle
It could happen when
Everything is small
when you've got it all

Dark excess
Harsh process
Morbid obsess
Gloomy possess
Riot in confess

Hatred stress
Black repress
Prisoner's press
Our bad mess
No, no less

Philharmonic candle
Symphonic handle
Everything you know
just have a need to grow
Colder then ever... it flow

And if I'm alone it's okay
I'm me, I'm god in my day

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