The Bacchanal Affair Lyrics

Tonight, we're drunk upon our nostalgia,
So raise a gla*s to the black maria.
Through laughter seems to soothe the pain,
Of adoring what I violate.

I'm sick to death by the irony and all the lies that we create,
When we're feigning every red letter day.

The chemicals aid in our neglect, feigning all of adoration.
Destined it seems for this disease, becoming all I loathed,
Feigning all our adoration.

Dissembling pa*sion, our foreplay to debauchery,
A perfume of zinfandel and coffin nails.
Intoxicates, fair Judas goat, now you've got your sheep.

I'm sick to death by the irony and all the lies that we create,
When we're feigning every red letter day.

The chemicals aid in our neglect, feigning all of adoration.
Destined it seems for this disease, becoming all I loathed,
Feigning all our adoration.

Track marks and a trail of hearts will guide you home,
There is a bleak horizon everywhere I roam.

Track marks and a trail of hearts will guide you home,
There is a bleak horizon everywhere I roam.

The chemicals aid in our neglect, feigning all of adoration.
Destined it seems for this disease, becoming all I loathed,
Feigning all our adoration.

Track marks and a trail of hearts will guide you home,
There is a bleak horizon everywhere I roam.
Track marks and a trail of hearts will guide you home,
There is a bleak horizon everywhere I roam

It Dies Today - Sirens

Oct 2006

1. A Constant Reminder
2. A Port In Any Storm
3. The Bacchanal Affair
4. Sacred Heart (Sacre Coeur)
5. Sixth Of June
6. Re-ignite The Fires
7. Black Bile, Whites Lies
8. Sirens
9. Through Leaves, Over Bridges
10. On The Road (To Damnation)
11. Turn Loose The Doves