We marched across the seven sins, As if the sky belonged to us We drank the wine like it was blood But then we finally succumbed We sip on conium and laugh We sip on conium and laugh Forsaken lives, Condemned to thrive Everything seems To slay our minds We head across a heady dent This foolish tribe will not repent We sip on conium and laugh We sip on conium and laugh We stand empathic In this lie We live to gratify Our thirst We never think That we will die We march ahead But we are blind