La Fin Absolue Du Monde

Gather round, this is a new day
A fairytale where lollipops and candycanes
Are covering the coming of judgement day
It's the momentum of mediocrity
Saddle up, we've got our new means
And TV-screens to amplify and advertise
the testament of treason and broken dreams
Let us give in to the taste of indecency

Now make me take it
A revolutionary fit
I wanna get by only to see you sacrifice
Your integrity
So kiss me, hit me
It feels like you love me
When I'm with you I'm never satisfied
It's a long way to hell but we're there

On your own you're like a mute scream
A Seraphim with charcoal wings And sharpened bones
Your shiver as you choke on your shattered heart
Was it your jaded existance that make you this way
And I'll be damn if I don't love you
In all you do, I'll purify and paint my smile
Your pestilence can't plague me enough this time
I'll bite my tongue and confide in my own decay