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Remains of the Dying Age

A flippant nostalgia for the things that we have lost
carry over from the pain of cost
I think we have given all that we got
all we have left is time to rot
leaving us drained in Salem’s Lot… sand and salt

chorus~
Invoking the end to this dying age
casting the runes to cause the next plague
slipping into the coming storm
chaos crawling out through this fettered form

… the streak of freaks, fanfare up and away
to savor the flavor while pissing the day away
in nothing we sit, in the nothing we shall display
pushing it back behind the eyes, not to see
the elephant problem room, prevailing
lavish the love for your own soul when you can
while you can hold it in your hands
before you betray the true function
rusting primordial source for reproduction
to wallow in our mass-produced progeny
then to wash it all away, the hiding truth come clean
ourselves, our minds, well unaware of
the final scare, crying out our selfish dismay

chorus repeat~

Vampires and scags come out to play
as the world begins to fall from the sky
bathing in the pain of the sun
the plaything casualties of irresponsible fun
a reverie mass like flies at the bar
have come to lick from the scar