Dementophobia

If ignorance is bliss, can I embrace madness?

Depressive concoction, the purity of sadness

All of these faces, oh what a masquerade

These pristine faeces, insecure and soulless

Tumbling and fading, their interest fatigued

Oh all these faces, so empirical

Feast of abundance

A decrepit show

Enter the pit of Tartarus

Prelude to revulsion

A vile moment of truth

Sycophantic bile inducing vermin

To abuse

When the mad are king, only the callous remain

The status quo, the ingenuity of hell

All of these faces, oh what a masquerade

These pristine faeces, insecure and soulless

Tumbling and fading, their interest fatigued

Oh all these faces, so metaphorical

Embrace lunacy

Embrace lunacy

Embrace lunacy

The fall of the hammer, you're no longer obtuse

Embrace lunacy

An alternate reality, romanticised infernally

Embrace lunacy

Dementophobia, a mirror to your own fate

A gluttonous feast of decadence

With little tin foil hats we gladly dance

A flame divine, watch the world plunge into decay

Sun will never rise again

Should have gotten that fucking tan