Strode across the smoky floors in time
To bear witness and hear the death of paradigms
Lords of sound and simple vice
Young gods severe and satellites
Augmented nights, adrenaline
Of nicotine and satin skin

That world is dead, just memories
A faded scene inside of me

Vanishing
Vanishing
Vanishing

Born of earth, shaking Maldoror
Legion crushed, the legion crushed what came before
Imploded meaning for the youth
Who never knew, never knew the joy of truth!
Their pale and pallid replication
Could never spark a true creation

That world is dead, just memories
A faded scene inside of me

Vanishing
Vanishing
Vanishing

Scorched minds and stark narration
Adroit intent, not imitation
Blurred reflections, a better time
Post-modern tantrums on a father's dime

Vanishing
Vanishing
Vanishing!
Vanishing

A shining path beckons me
Never to be seen again
A shining path beckons me!
Never to be seen again
A shining path beckons me
Oh, never to be seen again
A shining path beckons me!
Never to be seen again