Don't give me that. What's the use of used flesh and bones? I've got me, and I'm the most beautiful corpse you will ever see. Enthroned and embalmed, already gone. A frailty we overlook. Better get going... arrogance is irrelevant bound to a youthful ignorance. Down your glass and scane the room, you'll find your lady soon. As she orchestrates this act of seduction her lips devirginize my eyes as if I've never been undressed before. Yet... every morning I awaken on the shoreline smiling, admiring all I've tossed to the tide. Cast out your line, catch her. Hook, line then sink her. For this is the best we've got. I'm a fucking hero, pulling us to our degradation with chins thrust from our chests. This is the decade of the dead. This is the rhythm of failure... this rhythm is life. This isn't for the weak. Deck the framework in neon, hustle your admiration. For, the king don't hide in sin baby, you just have to adapt to the filth. Have no pity.
Lyrics submitted by Mart2023