歌词
Strode across the smoky floors in time
To bear witness and hear the death of paradigms
Lords of sound and simple vice
Young gods severe and satellites.
Augmented nights, adrenaline
Of nicotine and satin skin.
That world is dead, just memories
A faded scene inside of me
Vanishing.
Born of earth shaking Maldoror
The legion crushed what came before
Imploded meaning for the youth
Who never knew the joy of truth.
Their pale and pallid replication
Could never spark a true creation.
That world is dead, just memories
A faded scene inside of me
Vanishing.
Scorched minds and stark narration
Adroit intent not imitation.
Blurred reflections, a better time
Post-modern tantrums on a father’s dime.
Vanishing.
A shining path beckons me, never to be seen again.
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