Grotesque Landscapes – A I D – letras

grotesque landscapes in sightTraffic of minds and city lightsDead poetry, floating over black seaFornication and caressesTongues licking and a barman sinkingIn the ruins of an old magic cocktail barMarching through exstinguished cigarretes and portraits ofmodels that fail in the art of selling themselvesHigh heels, carmine lipsticks, a plastic smell overhead.We are Romewe are decadence,we are grace.we are the third world,we are eliteThose stairs are too large for my diminished legsVice in the air tempts me but serve me, againYour name is forbbiden, dont consume this last minuteMake it eternal,just as it once was,againA Room with a central column, a pedestalWhere flesh becomes merch and machines danceAm I sad? I am sad.The trail of loath,love for letting someone be somethingplay a role, a bible on the shelf to remid ourselveswe’ll always be slaves.Hail the Queen!Neon skies announce the time to die, lying under the sweat of a mass of shitLong has passed since the path bifurcated, but not enough to forget to admitthat at some point something was made wrong