To the queen of Carthage *1
We all pay homage
For the faults we share
For the shame we bear
Dug deep into these holes
It consumes our souls
Though on these graves we tread
We are the living dead
We mindlessly consume
As my hands lose their grip
I sit here and stare.
Drifting into a world
that's taking me nowhere.
Watching the years
As they race off the clock
Driven by my fears
And I can't make it stop
To Carthage then I came,
where there sang all around me in my ears
a cauldron of unholy loves *2
All things, oh priests
How they burn
How they burn
Oh, how they burn *3
When will I wake
The truth is we’re dying
When will I see
This world isn't lying
Wake up wake up
The truth is we're dying
Wake up wake up
Wake up
Wake up
The caverns of whores and sirens
Have devoured every ounce of my strength.
I can't remember what it's like to not be dying
Oh God, this will be the end if me
The end of me.
*1 Reference to Marlowe's Dido, Queen of Carthage
*2 This reference is from the third book of St. Augustines Confessions
*3 This is an adaptation from Buddha’s Fire Sermon. The combination of these to quotes was inspire by T. S. Eliot’s The Waste Land, which features the same juxtiposition.
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