How beautiful the decay,
the decadence of life,
the vile twists of fate,
the seductive lights.
How beautiful the decay,
the countless ruined souls,
fill devils proving grounds,
as echoing dirges sound.
How beautiful the decay,
wasted eyes and hearts,
bruised and broken skin,
laid under tombstones clean.
How beautiful the decay,
as lone mother cries,
over unborn dream child,
eyes transfixed, blind.
How beautiful the decay,
man's life long lost, gambled,
pulse turned to rolls of dice
crying,"money!" Satan's bastard child!
How beautiful the decay,
the lives we all live,
the illusions and petty vices
yet we say:
"How beautiful the decay."
"How beautiful the decay."
