It Dies Today

Tonight we're drunk upon our nostalgia So raise a glass to the black maria Though laughter seems to soothe the pain Of adoring all that I violate I'm sick to death by the irony and all the lies that we create When we're feigning every red-letter day

(Originally called Damsel Of Death) Been waiting for an end in a life filled with all those little stories. (Say what you want, say what you need) Our last encounter, (Say what you want, say what you need) Still stings like alcohol, And all the stone

These bones are brittle and fragile to the touch Farewell, the dear departed Bury all vices and these tired metaphors Before our time is over The chest aches and swells though in eternal sleep, in eternal sleep Fret not, my dear, we'll meet again at

Pessimism aside, I'll search to the edge of the earth just to find the, Enchantment of her voice in perfect rapture. Steered by the sound of persuasive song, seeking absolution With tears to match my plaintive woes, we'll create our own truths. Throu

From the gutter The diamond seemed far too bright to see, The gleaming eyes always tend to turn away, Just turn away, And every innocent wish, has granted tragedy, And our hands have since been soiled in the blackest of coal Most days I'd sit and wis

Fearful and numb, I now can accept Deceit and dependency are my preeminent assets Defined (Defined) A word etched in skin Sweet host (Sweet host) I'll feast within Oh, how one taste will haunt the senses and my dreams I fiend the touch of your flesh,

We awoke in the midst of a vicious cycle, As of late, it seems my audience has been lacking. I can only pray that you're tuning in during a moment of clarity, Just to hear me utter these spiteful words before the signal fades. The hook that rips righ