Letra de The bacchanal affair

Tonight, we´re drunk upon our nostalgia,
So raise a glass to the black maria.
Through laughter seems to soothe the pain,
Of adoring what I violate.

I´m sick to death by the irony and all the lies that we create,
When we´re feigning every red letter day.

The chemicals aid in our neglect, feigning all of adoration.
Destined it seems for this disease, becoming all I loathed,
Feigning all our adoration.

Dissembling passion, our foreplay to debauchery,
A perfume of zinfandel and coffin nails.
Intoxicates, fair Judas goat, now you´ve got your sheep.

I´m sick to death by the irony and all the lies that we create,
When we´re feigning every red letter day.

The chemicals aid in our neglect, feigning all of adoration.
Destined it seems for this disease, becoming all I loathed,
Feigning all our adoration.

Track marks and a trail of hearts will guide you home,
There is a bleak horizon everywhere I roam.
Track marks and a trail of hearts will guide you home,
There is a bleak horizon everywhere I roam.

The chemicals aid in our neglect, feigning all of adoration.
Destined it seems for this disease, becoming all I loathed,
Feigning all our adoration.

Track marks and a trail of hearts will guide you home,
There is a bleak horizon everywhere I roam.
Track marks and a trail of hearts will guide you home,
There is a bleak horizon everywhere I roam