The Lie We Have Lived

Gloom has become pretty

 Darkness is become admirable 

 Death is now luxury

 We all runover our heads

 In a chaotic stampede 

 On the quest to posses our hell

 We daily anticipate the day

 We'll trade our souls for Gold

 And break the code of God 

We have become unwise

 As fools who know no truth

 We celebrate all lies

 As often as we hold all filth 

To say we are wholly unaware

 Would be to fib through our teeth

 In the deep corners of our being 

 We can tell assurdly it is unright 

 Our hearts can tell it is untrue

 But still we pursue this hell 

We do not repent
 
 We do not regret

 We do not reset 

We proudly sit in our graves

 Flaunting gracefully our grave clothes

 And dying gallantly in our coffins