Tonight I saw two eyes staring down at me in this valley of ashes,
and I realized what a grotesque thing a rose is.
I've been grasping at a light that seems just out of reach but just close enough to blind me.
'Cause I've never noticed that this sand isn't turning into gold.
It's all just decadence for the sake of decadence, for the sake of carelessness.
And everybody who wears it so well is wondering what they are going to do tomorrow. But the lights are going out and we won't see them again. It's getting fucking dark.