I see the numbers this year
Another live fantasy
Another romantic is dead
So this is just mimicry
What does this feeling mean
Like my lover is calling me
Like another has fallen for me
Like a lover that's fallen apart
I saw the venues decay
Stirring in ecstasy
Another romantic indebted
To cult efficiency
How long can we stave the sea
I'll be your devotee
Entombed your gestures were clear
To simp for some ashen figures
To pimp every sedative joy
And throw it to Casterbridge
What does this feeling mean
Like my lover is calling me
Like another has fallen for me
Like a lover that's fallen apart
I spent the last six months climbing
Through my own faults for a dime of
History, inner privacy, rising anachrony
Something to line the coffin and
Something to cut the boredom
Beyond this reductive creed
I'll be your devotee