Our pleasures be joyless doleful experience.
We seek not life's beauty
But cherish it's funeral aspects.
We crave the (mis)fortune rich
In their non entity rejoice
In celebrating less severe tragedies.
In the toil to exist we excrete individuality
Whilst captivating internment in cloned identity.
Real is the oration of stone prossessed emotion.
I yearn isolation from this realisation.
Reject the elation of blissful tranquility,
Obsessions they lay with the bleak and sinister.
A wealth of treasures be ours to take prossession yet
We break bones and greul to savour simulations.
Disciples of the drabness devotees of worthlessness
Consent to endure the anguish and form only ashes.
Real is the oration (etc).
Oh yeah let me go.
Let me wander through Buildings immense in their desolation.
A peace from your catastrophe here with gargoyless as my friends.
We seek not life's beauty
But cherish it's funeral aspects.
We crave the (mis)fortune rich
In their non entity rejoice
In celebrating less severe tragedies.
In the toil to exist we excrete individuality
Whilst captivating internment in cloned identity.
Real is the oration of stone prossessed emotion.
I yearn isolation from this realisation.
Reject the elation of blissful tranquility,
Obsessions they lay with the bleak and sinister.
A wealth of treasures be ours to take prossession yet
We break bones and greul to savour simulations.
Disciples of the drabness devotees of worthlessness
Consent to endure the anguish and form only ashes.
Real is the oration (etc).
Oh yeah let me go.
Let me wander through Buildings immense in their desolation.
A peace from your catastrophe here with gargoyless as my friends.