The Bacchanal Affair
Intoxicating Nostalgia: Unraveling the Dark Tale in 'The Bacchanal Affair'
Lyrics
Tonight, we're drunk upon our nostalgia
Tonight, we're intoxicated by our memories.
So raise a glass to the black maria
Let's raise a toast to the black maria (a hearse symbolizing death).
Through laughter seems to soothe the pain of adoring what I violate
Laughter appears to ease the pain of loving something I violate.
I'm sick to death by the irony and all the lies that we create
I'm overwhelmed by the irony and lies we construct.
When we're feigning every red letter day
We pretend on special occasions, feigning joy.
(chorus)
Chorus begins.
The chemicals aid in our neglect, feigning all of adoration
Chemicals assist in neglect, faking affection.
Destined it seems for this disease, becoming all I loathed
Seemingly destined for a destructive lifestyle, becoming what I despised.
Feigning all our adoration
Continuing to fake affection.
Dissembling passion, Our foreplay to debauchery
Acting out passion, our prelude to immoral behavior.
A perfume of zinfandel and coffin nails
A fragrance of wine and coffin nails (cigarettes) is alluring.
Intoxicates, fair Judas goat, now you've got your sheep
Intoxicating, betraying friend, you've led your followers.
I'm sick to death by the irony and all the lies that we create
Reiteration of being bothered by deception and lies.
When we're feigning every red letter day
We continue pretending on significant days.
(chorus)
Chorus repeats.
Track marks and a trail of hearts will guide you home,
Visible signs of drug use and a path of broken hearts will lead you back.
There is a bleak horizon everywhere I roam (x2)
A desolate future is present wherever I travel (repeated).
(chorus)
Chorus repeats.
Track marks and a trail of hearts will guide you home,
Reiteration of track marks and broken hearts guiding one home.
There is a bleak horizon everywhere I roam (x2)
A gloomy future is present everywhere I go (repeated).
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