Grotesque Landscape 歌词

Grotesque landscapes in sight Traffic of minds and city lights Dead poetry, floating over black sea Fornication and caresses Tongues licking and a barman sinking In the ruins of an old magic cocktail bar Marching through exstinguished cigarretes and portraits of Models that fail in the art of selling themselves High heels, carmine lipsticks, a plastic smell overhead. We are rome We are decadence,we are grace. We are the third world,we are elite Those stairs are too large for my diminished legs Vice in the air tempts me but serve me, again Your name is forbbiden, dont consume this last minute Make it eternal,just as it once was,again A room with a central column, a pedestal Where flesh becomes merch and machines dance Am i sad? i am sad. The trail of loath,love for letting someone be something Play a role, a bible on the shelf to remid ourselves We'll always be slaves. Hail the queen! Neon skies announce the time to die, lying under the sweat of a mass of shit Long has passed since the path bifurcated, but not enough to forget to admit That at some point something was made wrong