Rambunctious fanfare,
the cavalry of melancholia
arrives, a wave of
nausea and we begin.
The crushing, the grind,
leave my happiness behind.
Your facetious facade, make
believe believes in me.
Rambunctious fanfare,
the cavalry of melancholia
arrives, a wave of
nausea and we begin.
The crushing, the grind,
leave my happiness behind.
Your facetious facade, make
believe believes in me.
