Tonight I saw two eyes staring down at me in this valley of ashes

and I realized what a grotesque thing a rose is

I've been grasping at a light that seems just out of reach

but just close enough to blind me

'Cause I've never noticed that this sand isn't turning into gold

It's all just decadence for the sake of decadence

for the sake of carelessness

And everybody who wears it so well

is wondering what they are going to do tomorrow

But the lights are going out and we won't see them again

It's getting fucking dark.