Existence
All the pain in the world,
Feeds upon my soul.
A thousand, hundred shrills,
Writhes in agony with me.
Existence is my sole hell,
Love, my sunless fire.
Everything is burning—
My heart, my mind, my shell.
Faceless, dead flesh dolls,
Are what dances around me.
Trapped in a waltz of delusion they,
See a dream in a blackn’d nightmare.
I want to dig a way out,
But the soil eats my hands.
I want an escape but,
Even death dances with me.
(Fan art de um album da banda "I set my friends on fire"
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Pour the emerald wine
Into crystal glasses
We will touch the divine
Through kissed catharsis
Let us pitch to the seven-year itch
Of the ultra-decadent
To a tainted world and the painted girls
That our fantasies spent
Tripping through boudoirs laced with opiate themes
Sipping the bizarre, tasting copious dreams
A toast to those most sacrilegious of days
Where for every whim won
One soon repays
We touched the stars
That now laugh from afar
At we, the damned
The damned
The damned
The damned
We have spent our time
Drenched in opulent splendour
But when midnight chimes
Will gilded souls surrender?
Let us drink on the giddying brink
Of pools of excrement
All manner of shit for the glamour and glitz
Mephistopheles lent
I remember the night as if it were engraved
A bright marble bridge stretched across dark waves
To the shore from the moon and by Her grace
Came that erudite stranger
That fucker
He was a predator, creditor cold
Our blood was young on the yellowing scroll
And all that glittered was not gold
But we wanted everything
And for it all lost our souls
Come my friend, to fate let's raise
Two finger shots at this our last soiree
For tomorrow I fear
Swoops all too deadly near
This precipitous weir to Hell's high gate
We touched the stars
That now laugh from afar
At we, the damned
The damned
The damned
The damned
He was a predator, creditor cold
Our blood was young on the yellowing scroll
And all that glittered was not gold
But we wanted everything
And for it all lost our souls
Our souls
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