Our pleasures be joyless, doleful experiences
We seek not life's beauty, but cherish its funeral aspects
Hey
We seek the misfortunes. rich in their non entity
Rejoice in celebrating less severe tragedies
In the toil to exist, we excrete individuality
Whilst captivating internment in cloned identity
Yeah
Real as the oration
Of stone possessed emotion
I yearn isolation
In this realisation, yeah
Reject the elation of blissful tranquility
Obsessions they lay with the bleak and sinister
Hey
A wealth of treasures be ours to take possession
Still we break bones and gruel to savour simulations
Disciples of the drabness, devotees of worthlessness
Consent to endure the anguish and form only ashes
Yeah
Real as the oration
Of stone possessed emotion
I yearn isolation
In this realisation
Oh, let me go
Let me wander through buildings
Immense in their desolation
Away from catastrophe
Here with gargoyles as my friends
