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
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