Pour the emerald wine
into crytal 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 the the painted girls
that our fantasies spent
Tripping through the boudoirs laced with opiate themes
sipping the bizzare, tasting copious dreams
a toast to those most sacriligeous of days
where for every whom won...
one soon repays
We touched the stars
that now laugh from afar
at we, 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 glamous 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 be her grace
came that erudite stranger
that fucker...
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