Cathedral Comiserating The Celebration
Our pleasures be joyless Doleful experiences We seek not lifes beauty But cherish it's funeral aspects We crave the (mis)fortunes Rich in their non entity Rejoice in celebrating less severe trajedies In the toil to exist We excrete individuality Whilst captivating internment In cloned identity Real is the oration of stone possesed emotion I yearn isolation from this realization Reject the elation of blissful tranquility Obsessions they lay with the bleak and sinister A wealth of treasures be ours to take possession yet we break bones and gruel to savour simulations Disciples of the drabness Devotees of worthlessness Consent to endure the anguish and form only ashes Real is the oration(etc.) Oh yeagh let me go Let me wander through buildings Immense in their desolation At peace from your catastrophe Here with gargoyles as my friends
