Haute Monde by Aerik Von

Everything beautiful is in decay
You can paint the rust but not the shame
A bitter storm is coming with a name
Even the drugs won’t cover up your hate
The gilded ones, the chosen sons
The vestal daughters worshipping the sun
Insurgent voices carry in the breeze
Hear them calling when you’re on your knees

A roaring party for the deranged
The cities burning but they stay the same
Holding both ends of a burning flame
Now it’s too late for their breath to tame
The rotting ones, the dying suns
The shaking daughters cannot see the sun
Mutinous voices carry on the wind
Hear them calling with the shots begin

No matter what you do
Or what you say
They never listen to you anyway
Vote with a bullet
Protest with flame
Destroy what you love in the devils name

The beautiful people won’t let you in
The keepers of the flame won’t let you win
The year is zero if you’re if you’re still alive
To burn down the temples of their endless lie

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