Irony: Pure and Sweet

The taste of death sleeps in her mouth
Never to live again, the giants have fallen
The rage of love has consumed her future
Now, it's only a movie to buy
With a story in a different language
The subtitles can't tell the truth
The quest has ended for the travelers

A map appears in her hand, without origin
With the streets of a mythical city
Our dream of an impossible utopia
But her eyes have shut
The image of perfection is in her mind
By an artist who paints in blind colors
Even the damned cry

The fiery air burns her path
Her ticket to freedom, to breathe
Her desperate tears try to follow it
Forgetting her thoughts of hope
But when the buildings begin to fall
Covering her with their rigid bodies
A grave face with an ancient innocence