Misanthrope Antiquary To Mediocrity
Birthright named osurtiers That only God has the power to judge Versailles' parasite Antiquary to mediocrity We are Versailles' parasites Using blunted weapons Diluting our poison into the Miraculous healer Champagne glass Their compassion for Marivaux's habits Bleed to white our gold-dust skin Of our drunkard vices attraction For the reversed side Retarded child of dishonour I had the utmost difficulty Of my mortifying rank Expose against flattery Human life passes far from humilation purpose Under the desires of a fickle eaglet, Inaccessible to pity Introduce me Been in favour to the court Antiquary to mediocrity Paying my court to my loved queen Enter the high society Where words grate Appollon's smiles Dismissed mirror of our obsession Cruelty on the surface of flesh Even with the the head on the block, I will kiss languishly My brother the executioner, offence to mediocrity Draw my nails one by one Tear out the carapace lair Re-echoing under point)lace underwear Of a wild baroque baroness Wounds under the breast Suffered of spanking bu mondaine Let me hope in a ripe fruit Blossom out from a rotten bough Marie Antoinete, I miss you so As a bleeding distress flow Heartlessness towards my love Usher in the high world Divine mistress of my chaste night Libertines reception in the floral park Shocker at the sight horsewhip my body In silk damp sheets
