To remain pessimistic found, in this hour of distress Till decayed, derelict down In this shower of pretence
Desire profane You never see again
As horizons end ever to descend As horizons end ever to descend
You retain a desolated frown In this hour of distress You invade the decadent crowd In a shadow of pretence
Desire profane You never see again The light of day it seems to be enslaved
Toufle · Sun Sep 05, 2010 @ 07:54pm · 0 Comments |