Vain- Moi Dix Mois

Forbidden - Moi dix mois

scars left by belief, wrapped in soaring bends and analog warmth.

Bone of My Faith

Sometimes you’ll get this feeling
that something is amiss;
it’s like your eyes are peering
into a vast abyss.

There are busy people everywhere,
and everything seems ordinary,
but suddenly you are aware
that all of this is temporary.

These are the last days...
We’re all standing on the brink.
This is our last phase...
We’re all swirling down the sink.
These are the last days...
We’re all wasting them away.
Stuck in our bad ways...
We are the agents of decay!
Whoa ohh
Whoa ohh whoa

Wires, poles, buildings, and roads,
alley cats, roaches, and crows,
all crammed in this urban sprawl,
under a sky that’s about to fall.

Cars, motorcycles, trucks and trains,
bars, gas stations and fast food chains,
sucking up energy, pumping out smoke,
covering our planet in a carbon cloak.

So many stores flashing colorful signs,
with so many things that they want you to buy,
but the only thing you want is to go back inside,
and curl up in a corner, trying to hide.

So many leaders spitting out trash,
never discussing the imminent crash.
So many gadgets streaming out crap,
numbing our minds to the widening gap.

Why aren’t they paying any mind
to the coming of our end?
How can they be so deaf and blind?
It is just around the bend.

How could I possibly be mad,
when my mind’s so very clear?
Under all that saccharine coating,
I see a world consumed by fear.

These are the last days...
We’re all standing on the brink.
This is our last phase...
We’re all swirling down the sink.
These are the last days...
We’re all wasting them away.
Stuck in our bad ways...
We are the agents of decay!
Whoa ohh
Whoa ohh whoa

These are the last days...
This is our last phase...
These are the last days...
Stuck in our bad ways...

Moi dix Mois - Gloire Dans Le Silence

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