Decline of the I - The Veil of Splendid Lies

Subscribe to Agonia for latest updates: Taken from the album “Johannes“ out 3/26. Buy at: LYRICS: You are poets and I stand by death’s side I don’t talk, I sing. I don’t work, I play No one can hear the music of my nerves None can handle the ecstasy of your curves I walk with my gilded animals They never miss their prey Ready to pounce on tainted mouths To rip ignominy off their skins Help me and I’ll help the heaven To restore its dethroned radiance Its withered greatness Teach me how to scratch The rust from the sword Abhorrence embraces the universe Which plays with the rotten remains Of a long-forgotten pet Teach me how to catch The shine of a cry The earth is waiting for you Forget the smell of the sun Boredom is the naked truth of life I adorn this bitch with the finest drapery I’ll choke a turtle with tons of diamo