Absinthe With Faust

Pour the emerald wine
into crystal glasses,
we will touch the divine
through kissed catharsis.

Let us pitch to the seven-year
itch of the ultra-decadent,
to a tainted world and the painted
girls that our fantasies spent.

Tripping through boudoirs laced with opiate themes,
sipping the bizarre tasting copious dreams.
A toast to those most sacrilegious of days
where for every whim won one soon repays.

We touched the stars
that now laugh from afar
at we, the damned!

We have spent our time
drenched in opulent splendour,
but when midnight chimes
will gilded souls surrender.

Let us drink on the giddying
brink of pools of excrement,
all manner of shit for the glamour
and glitz Mephistopheles lent.

I remember the night as if it were engraved,
a bright marble bridge stretched across the dark waves
to the shore from the moon, and by her grace,
came that erudite stranger, that fucker!

He was a predator creditor cold!
Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll.
And all that glittered was not gold
but we wanted everything,
and for it all lost our souls!

Come my friend to fate let's raise
two finger shots at this our last soiree,
for tomorrow I fear swoops all too deadly near.
This precipitous weir to Hell's high gate!

We touched the stars
that now laugh from afar
at we, the damned!

The damned...

He was a predator creditor cold!
Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll.
And all that glittered was not gold
but we wanted everything,
and for it all lost our souls!