To all that’s sinful

And now let me drink from this goblet,

Dipped in the sins of mankind,

There is no room for a soul without sins

In this sinful world, calling out “you’re one of us”

With every sip and with every gust of decaying innocence.

The crowd cheers on, they know they’ve won.

And one more soul is up for sale, the one born a long time ago.

No longer could it resist the temptation of such lustful acts.

So, just drink and be one with everyone and everything that’s empty and meaningless.

To be one with everyone, yes that’s the dream.

No one wants to be alone, some can withstand it better than others,

But the crumbling stones of past have proven otherwise.

There is no future in this psychological sense of time,

Only repetition of the past, as a reminder of what happened and what will.

Yet we keep dragging ourselves through this void hoping for something new,

Something new and elegant in our human eyes,

Only to find sin and greed under the veil of elegance,

All that we have cherished as pure and godly is lost,

But we are still marching on, just for the sense of being alive,

And we are nothing but sinners, because we are alive.