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the master thief - paris كلمات الأغنية

the vile moon rose slowly over the arc de triomphe
in such a beaten state, i wanted the victory it symbolized
this gloom embraces its greed because settling is not enough
dreamed of aeroplanes and subway trains in giant cities
hale in my veins but poison trauma in a sallow heart
police lights throb and the sirens made a reprise
like the seine the memory cuts and divides me apart
a child left immured in sacré-cœur and the walls are too high to climb

the thief and the crime, such are these dark times
of deception, possession, hope without confession
the brute cold, feuds old, done over ten-fold
oh i’m scared of the night, paris please be my guiding light

notre dame roars far away as i am torn from sleep
nightmare washed in hot iron yet chilling cold circuitry
cower to the candle and the promises i bear to keep
bouncing on my father’s knee, my family tree, a sea of mercury
a life violently frayed, ribbons caught in a discarded mesh
but the glow of the city tries to keep me lukewarm at best
le tour eiffel pierces sky like a metal claw into flesh
ys drowned by a flood, a pox on my blood and it’s drying

the thief and the crime, a dollar, a dime
a choir, a pyre, the buildings climb higher
the brute cold, feuds old, done over ten-fold
oh i’m scared of the dark, paris be that initial spark

so who’s in the right and who’s the mistaker?
if there’s a giver, then there must be a taker
the dichotomy is all right, but there’s more than you know
below the crest of a wave there’s an undertow

they say “il y a l’avidité dans le sang”
until ys breaks through the sea, your curse will never be gone
but blood keeps on flowing while clock gears will rust
worry about your dirty cash and your diamond dust

but if you’re broken at the heart, you’re broken everywhere
and true terror is fearing even when no one’s there
and the cold death of the withering tree nears
it’s been eclipsing me for more than three thousand years

it’s not the blood from your roots but blood rushing to your head
as paris swaps its lights for black gloom instead
but in your darkest dreams i’ll be watching you, beware
bonne nuit pet-t voleur

fringing abyss, around this town
caduceus, don’t weigh me down
le fantôme noir, you let escape
your fatal flaw and he’s taking shape
the dawning of, a broken son
blight of greed brought by a dwindling sun,,
uncertain night, be my defense
ruinous red lights, best keep your distance

- the master thief

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