Everlasting Saturnalia

Oh joy
Oh rapture
Oh decline of space and time
To find love in the shimmer of blood on stone
To find passion in a maze of sun bleached bones
Look me in the face
Who of us is more confused?
Look me in the face
And tell me you don’t need being used
It all begins with one descent
One downfall, one great lament
It cures its heart, but leaves the parts
All stream across the blood-red sand
If I lead, will you follow
Across the heavens and against the tide?
If I lead, will you follow
To rip the truth from the lies?