Letra de A prelude of things worst to come

´Heaven is where or when the Devil is losing everything at a poker game, even Vice is laughing at him... pointing fingers.
And Now, he´s waiting alone in the street, completely broke and homeless.
On the verge of collapsing to the inevitable...

Even the Angels are looking down on him with pity, yet not a soul dares to help him, (the looser, the first One to have ever been cast aside).
He´s thinking about suicide.
The funny thing is, unlike us, he doesn´t have a choice. Evil cannot die...´

Raindrops are weeping, and I´m a storyteller; I´m covered with rust and falling apart like an old ´69 Chevy truck.
I have a lot to say if you´re willing to bear with the unpleasant scent of misery and nostalgia.

How low can it get, when you suddenly realize that what you´ve been listening to (for the last ten minutes or so) through the old transistor radio behind the bar counter, was a disco version of Beethoven´s 9th Symphony.

I wanna kill myself right here and now.
How socially dead of me. [Alias]

Could it be the alcohol that drank me out?
It feeds on your soul y´know?

From the other side of the looking glass, imagine a philosophy, that is a sardonic aftermath of everything I´ve lived so far.

Solace was just a prelude of things worse to come...