At One With Decadence - Black Comedy

Well, I know this bitch: she thinks she’s a star now

Everybody she knows tells her that she’s the best

So pretty, cute, fragile — she loves to be loved

But stardom has a price and she knows…

In order to market herself she’s left all that she was

An empty shell of success

She bares the strain that she must always perform

Sell to sell isn’t too far from whoredom

Things will always cost more than they should

And it never matter how much money you possessed

The question is how much you are willing to concede

Capital provides the cheap thrills that we seek

So let’s dance!

Around the gold calf

I’ve got this friend who treats his women like a commodity

Only satisfied giving a certain amount of pain

His shattered ego tells him to put true love aside

Primal urges never to short to be denied

This one girl broke his heart a long time ago

Regrettably to him they are all now the same

Instead he confides in synthetic dreams

To bad he never found what could keep him sane

Abundance is mundane — consume that makes me ill

Our spoiled laughter haunts those in need

Nothing for something, fruits that we steal

Blessed are the whores that serve all our needs

If we had a million dollars we’d still use it on shit!

Is this real?

It must be — our money tells us so!

Applied materialism is the easiest way to go

Take the big cake — orgy of consumption

What do we care in this world of destruction…

We are all wrapped up in our selfish selves

Prisoners of our personal vanity

We feed on perfect images we know are fake

They say reflections never lie

We know it’s decadence!