The Bacchanal Affair - It Dies Today

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

(chorus)

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

(chorus)

Track marks and a trail of hearts will guide you home,

There is a bleak horizon everywhere I roam (x2)

(chorus)

Track marks and a trail of hearts will guide you home,

There is a bleak horizon everywhere I roam (x2)