Sombre Philosophy of the Decadents

A cycle of consumption Spiraling down With black clouds overhead Take what you can On a sinking ship Destined to submerge Fated to die Someday there's no tomorrow So chew up today With distractions And unintelligent views Obsessed with the surface It's ironic You'll be under it soon Beneath the waves Never realizing How much you didn't know Small brains, big mouths Drowned in decadence Then drowned in destiny All your judgments Wiped away It's a somber philosophy That holds true In the darkest depths