Tek Noir The Final Fall
Disappointments and vile complaints Restless minds are fed upon Try to fake the real misery inside And take the fast and easy deviation to the top I find myself on wicked paths Money in oblivion My soul is what he wants Listen to the preacher he has backed away from god His mind has thrown me over the edge All these "good" men tell me not to dream obscure ways But I tear and burn the pages of this decadent dismay I pray to heaven But it cannot fulfill I've signed the darkest contract For the dark man's will Dawn unfolds the landscape That seems useless to escape I will not admire your god Fall upon the saviour who has cast me from above And drink this bloody water that has driven from love I can pray to little man and I can preach to all Where suicidal paradise is man's eternal fall
