[01:03.36]Sweet irony hits my tangled troubles[01:21.33]And frees this blade[01:21.75]From the stranding line[01:22.26]Cynically slides[01:23.52]Through dusty gemstone[01:23.97]To offer a soft respite[01:24.57]To my ethereal plagues[01:38.46]Let me cover with silence[01:49.38]The figures around me[01:49.83]A velvety sigh[01:57.48]On the noisy stammering[01:58.65]Let me cover with silence[03:03.18]The figures around me[03:03.63]Grow to a physical[03:04.02]Essence[03:04.98]And heavily walk[03:05.34]On this living mosaic[03:05.82]Called pain[03:06.87]I can hear the breath[03:07.35]Of every dowel[03:07.74]My demons are waiting[03:08.19]Conceal this fool architecture[03:12.15]From my singing conviction[04:40.23]Blind my cyclopian, trifling dreads[04:41.07]And dethrone the useless days[04:41.67]From my infested eyes[04:45.33]Irony, my care