A taste of decadence
So lovely and cold
To the bitter end
A crack in the mould

In the aftermath
The fallout so pure
carved in our bones
Taught to endure

I can't seem to escape this insanity
The pictures all seem wrong
But take them one by one
In the light of the fading sun

It is my blood on the canvas
In the tarot on the altar
A well-known scene:
The visionaire extreme

In the aftermath
The fallout so pure
carved in our bones
Taught to endure

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