Technicolor Lust Lyrics

Fermented Sloths Technicolor Lust

"I get no joy in the happiest things"
"Not so, warden, if you went my way"
Edge of 'bow, yeah, still was rain
No pots of gold, fell, driftin' away

Lies, defeat, trail to lack of trust
I pride myself as a man of lust
Shame my greed was the end of us
Praise the fools who really love

"I get no joy in everyday things
Not birth, life, death, or any afterlife
I get no joy in waking each day
Funny how we're both drifting away..."