If ignorance is bliss, can I embrace madness? Depressive concoction, the purity of sadness
All of these faces, oh what a masquerade These pristine faeces, insecure and soulless Tumbling and fading, their interest fatigued Oh all these faces, so empirical
Feast of abundance A decrepit show Enter the pit of Tartarus
Prelude to revulsion A vile moment of truth Sycophantic bile inducing vermin To abuse
When the mad are king, only the callous remain The status quo, the ingenuity of hell
All of these faces, oh what a masquerade These pristine faeces, insecure and soulless Tumbling and fading, their interest fatigued Oh all these faces, so metaphorical
Embrace lunacy Embrace lunacy Embrace lunacy The fall of the hammer, you're no longer obtuse
Embrace lunacy An alternate reality, romanticised infernally Embrace lunacy Dementophobia, a mirror to your own fate
A gluttonous feast of decadence With little tin foil hats we gladly dance A flame divine, watch the world plunge into decay
Sun will never rise again Should have gotten that fucking tanTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
