Manic Movement - The Art Of Memory lyrics

Inner city madness A lonely soul Streets to reverberating empty We’ve got places to go Partners in crime They’ll never know The more the merrier Or am I wrong ? Let me wander through mementoscapes and personal plains Me and my memory take our time to relive joys and pains Time is a monstrosity stumbling silently by my side Not a comfort nor a treat, day-to-day harrowing lie There is a place, a calling for me and my own Orgyous Solitude – Lunacy Raves – My feet take me where my heart doesn’t dare to float A vacant building’s rejected stare draws me close Underneath it’s decline long forgotten fragrance rose Inviting me to join a red eyed phantom dance Lucent guests are dressed up for tonight’s rare chance Richely fluids flow in the honor of departed times Orgyous solitude is mine… Inner city ballrooms Now let us dance Recollective entanglement Is my harrowing romance For my desire I cry, should’ve let it all die Melancholy is the bitter virtue of the damned Phantom dance – Lunacy Craves - My feet take me where my heart doesn’t dare to float Inner city nightmares My lonely soul My mischievous brethren Malachaia and I We’ve got places to go Our screams still haunt the abandoned corridors When we’re long gone There’s a beast waiting to be disturbed We’ve got places to go