The Bacchanal Affair Songtext

von It Dies Today

Tonight,
We're drunk upon
Our nostalgia,
So raise a glass
To the black maria.
Through laughter seems
To soothe the pain,
Of adoring
What I violate.

PRE-CHORUS:
I'm sick to death by the irony and all the lies that we create,
When we're feigning every red letter day.

CHORUS:
The chemicals aid in our neglect,
Feigning all of adoration.
Destined it seems for this disease, becoming all I loathed,
Feigning all our adoration.

Dissembling passion,
Our foreplay to debauchery,
A perfume of zinfandel and coffin nails.
Intoxicates,
Fair Judas goat,
Now you've got your sheep.

PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS

Track marks and a trail of hearts
Will guide you home,
There is a bleak horizon
Everywhere I roam.
Track marks and a trail of hearts
Will guide you home,
There is a bleak horizon everywhere I roam.

CHORUS

Track marks and a trail of hearts
Will guide you home,
There is a bleak horizon everywhere I roam.
Track marks and a trail of hearts
Will guide you home,
There is a bleak horizon everywhere I roam