Maybe it really is just too good to be true.
Maybe it is just a mere state of blinding hue.
I'm done with all those euphoric illusions.
Darn emotions waving poignant visions.
I'm done with all those castles in the air.
Bitter potion blend with perfume fair.
Ice cream cones made of cold tasteless ice.
Freezing death is the prize.
O! life... what would death be if thou without?
Vanity maybe it is all about.
Maybe it is just a mere state of blinding hue.
I'm done with all those euphoric illusions.
Darn emotions waving poignant visions.
I'm done with all those castles in the air.
Bitter potion blend with perfume fair.
Ice cream cones made of cold tasteless ice.
Freezing death is the prize.
O! life... what would death be if thou without?
Vanity maybe it is all about.