Treacle

Treacle

I’m lying in a dying world, my customs passed me by
I’m sipping from a tired font, my bones are dull with ache

I’ve felt the rush of perfection and gave it all away

To tell your fate, live your life and die promiscuously, just like me

Hollow eyes and battered thighs, encompass memories
Once was young and once was fun, now distant and surtax

Through ravaged time and boundless light I’ve seen the best and worst of men

I choose all and now I’m full of horrid lies, for love is just a failed game for us to play all over again

Now I cough and now I die, my body will decay, all I ask from death is that he fuck me back into oblivion

Today