Absinthe Eyes, Opium Words - Embassy of Silence

Blue smoke swirling in the wind

A resigned beacon pale and thinned

Thoughts to tantalize the mind

Guilty tears on a sinner’s cheek

A pulse unworthy becoming weak

For what I see I might as well be blind

We are a legend of little repute

Our braggart’s tongues remaining mute

What are we still missing from this mixture?

We should have shown the world our name

But instead we chose no path of fame

Where we stand we hardly are a fixture

My absinthe eyes, your opium words

Ones made to convince, ones made to confuse

My absinthe eyes, your opium words

Ones made to allure, ones made to imbuse

My absinthe eyes, your opium words

Ones far too shallow, ones far too deep

My absinthe eyes, your opium words

How many times have I tried to go

To find out all that there is to know

Without reflecting upon your face as well?

Still I strove to make us obsolete

But since this painting wasn’t yet complete

I found it hard to stubbornly rebel

I don’t want the mist to consume me

The spirit yearns to wander freely

We aren’t quite the universal standard

Will you hold me up or hold me down?

Shall we swim or shall we drown

Wailing for this story left unheard?

My absinthe eyes, your opium words

Ones made to convince, ones made to confuse

My absinthe eyes, your opium words

Ones made to allure, ones made to imbuse

My absinthe eyes, your opium words

Ones far too shallow, ones far too deep

My absinthe eyes, your opium words

Fade away into nothing

Turned a corner

Turned a leaf

Turned into hatred

Turned to grief

Turned a blind eye

Turned my head

Turned my back