Absinthe With Faust

Pour the emerald wine,
into crystal glasses.
We will touch the divine,
through kissed catharsis

Let us pitch to the seven-year itch,
of the ultra-decadent.
To a tainted world and the painted girls,
that our fantasies spent.

Tripping through boudoirs laced with opiate themes.
Sipping the bizarre, tasting copious dreams.
A toast to those most sacrilegious of days,
where for every whim won, one soon repays.

We touched the stars,
that now laugh from afar.
At we, the damned!

The damned!
The damned!
The damned!

We have spent our time,
drenched in opulent splendour.
But when midnight chimes,
will gilded souls surrender?

Let us drink on the giddying brink,
of pools of excrement.
All manner of shit for the glamour and glitz,
Mephistopheles lent!

I remember the night as if it were engraved.
A bright marble bridge stretched across the dark waves,
to the shore from the moon and by her grace,
came that erudite stranger, that fucker!

He was a predator, creditor cold.
Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll.
And all that glittered was not gold.
But we wanted everything!

And for it all, lost our souls.

Come my friend, to fate let's raise.
Two finger shots at this our last soiree.
For tomorrow I fear, swoops all too deadly near.

This precipitous weir to Hell's high gate!

We touched the stars,
that now laugh from afar.
At we, the damned!

The damned!
The damned!
The damned!

He was a predator, creditor cold.
Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll.
And all that glittered was not gold.
But we wanted everything!

And for it all, lost our souls.

Our souls!
For it all, lost our souls!
Our souls!