Bless Me Sisyphus, For I Have Sinned - Atonal Nightmare

Foric Half-dead in Nevsky marking time Topped out with regret and cheap wine Tattoo’d my eyelids with your face Who knew that beauty was a crime? And so my dear... I will suffer over you, until I’m blue I tried to end this sad charade Set afire the кровать that I made Eyes of a siren in my mind My fate, bought and paid But it’s too late! Roll that boulder up again, but I never win Drunk, to your elegance I crawl What chance did I have after all? Lips on the bottle curse your name Into the emptiness I fall Yet all the same... A surrender bittersweet I’m humble at your feet To gaze into your eyes I’d give it all...