Lrig a revo lla sti and just a shit load of black metal
Just woke up like two minutes ago,
and I had another one of my "dreams" last night,
and I'm about to shoot myself in the mother fuckin' head.
One of these days I'm just going to wake up completly insane,
not partially, completly.
Turns out I'm not going to New York till Thursday.
I'm available today, etc. If you read this and have
some free time. 517.2264
Tripping through boudoirs laced with opiate themes
Sipping the bizarre, tasting copious dreams
Pour the emerald wine
Into crystal glasses
We will touch the divine
Through kisses 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 the 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 shed 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 preditor, creditor, cold.
Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll.
And all that glittered, was not gold.
But we wanted everything,
And for it all, lost our souls.
Our souls
For it all lost our souls
Our souls
-Absinthe with Faust (Cradle of Filth)
and I had another one of my "dreams" last night,
and I'm about to shoot myself in the mother fuckin' head.
One of these days I'm just going to wake up completly insane,
not partially, completly.
Turns out I'm not going to New York till Thursday.
I'm available today, etc. If you read this and have
some free time. 517.2264
Tripping through boudoirs laced with opiate themes
Sipping the bizarre, tasting copious dreams
Pour the emerald wine
Into crystal glasses
We will touch the divine
Through kisses 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 the 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 shed 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 preditor, creditor, cold.
Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll.
And all that glittered, was not gold.
But we wanted everything,
And for it all, lost our souls.
Our souls
For it all lost our souls
Our souls
-Absinthe with Faust (Cradle of Filth)