Funeral of the Nymphs

What a story mark
Anyway listen
I'm gonna go to the toilet

Eulogies splendour drenched in crocodilian drizzle
A life truncated by paradoxical clamour
Forged by peasants' mockery and nobilities' jeer
The grass creatures begin to recite a tale of bravery and bliss
A scarcity of felicity
Omitting consumption of amphetamines solely from a burning desire for numbness

Such a rapturous reality we mortals have conjured
A nightmare clouded with hope for a brighter tomorrow
An imperishable yearning for materialistic satisfaction
Dismayed by the absence of hands reaching down into the dirt
To lift up a briefly blemished heart
Is this the best humanity has to offer
The dead sing no songs but the living chant mendacious prayers
Their voices echo the world
Thunder every corner until we forget that it's a lie
We observe what happens to those who stray
Now coaxed into strolling past dying corpses to eternally fortify our prestige

Eulogies splendour drenched in crocodilian drizzle
Lives shunned for walking the path to epiphany
Numerical prominence has eclipsed the urge to relieve anguish
The funeral of the nymphs
An empty vessel for remorse and grief

If this is Satan's work then I renounce it
If this is God's work then I expect no less
If this is Satan's work then I renounce it
If this is God's work then I expect no less
Oh how the sadists delight in inflicting perturbation
Drowning in melancholic subterfuge once a soul has succumbed to sorrow
An Oscar winning performance nonetheless and the world is watching
Aristocracy's finest hour
A burden disseminated to the deprived
Nymphs from the freshest waters
The highest mountains
And the fanciest trees
Gather to proclaim their condolences
The wheel continues to spin
A perpetual lottery until no being from this mortal realm is alive
To bare witness to your departure
An egotistical genocide
An abomination fabricated by the envious and the pusillanimous
For how long must we endure this incessant pilgrimage
Until there's an abundance of genuine empathy surrounding us

Eulogies splendour drenched in crocodilian drizzle
A life truncated by paradoxical clamour
Forged by peasants' mockery and nobilities' jeer
The grass creatures begin to recite a tale of bravery and bliss
When they come to your funeral
I hope you have made peace with yourself