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