Strode across the smoky floors in time

To bear witness and hear the death of paradigms

Lords of sound and simple viceYoung gods severe and satellites

Augmented nights, adrenaline

Of nicotine and satin skin

That world is dead, just memories

A faded scene inside of me

Vanishing

Vanishing

Vanishing

Born of earth shaking Maldoror

Legion crushed, the legion crushed what came before

Imploded meaning for the youth

Who never knew, never knew the joy of truth

Their pale and pallid replication

Could never spark a true creation

That world is dead, just memories

A faded scene inside of me

Vanishing

Vanishing

Vanishing

Scorched minds and stark narration

Adroit intent, not imitation

Blurred reflections, a better time

Post-modern tantrums on a father′s dime

Vanishing

Vanishing

Vanishing

Vanishing

A shining path beckons me

Never to be seen again

A shining path beckons me

Never to be seen again

A shining path beckons me

Never to be seen again

A shining path beckons me

Never to be seen again