Artefact - Morda

My heart needs a bone to gnaw

To cease all intercourse with our rhetoric life

To shed my moral shroud

To what end

Life is all

The crown of creation

Was not I a fuckin' idiot

The dupe of your altruïsm

THE DUKE OF THE INFINITE

I have drawn back the curtain

To fly away and leave all this behind

Hold on by the end of my wings

Let me dry your genuine tears

Your genuine tears

I miss your radiant face

I WILL LEAVE NO TRACE

How could one fail — to feel

Let me emphasize the need to find an angel

Tragedy as a purge

And plot your own plot

You ain’t gonna be with any other

(memory is a) Festering wound

When I choose

When I act

A virtue is just another artefact