I've never lived a death as good as this
Tonight, my friends, we drink until we spill
Into each other's arms without a kiss
For what does not repair may still fulfill

And who's to veto Babylon's delights?
What prophet thinks that any stone will shift?
Cast off these thoughts into the glowing night
Don Thalia's mask and let the ego drift

It's really not as awful as it seems
When you begin to look at life as just a game
Pure hedonism can obstruct the dreams
Of ever-nearing steeds of smoke and flame

And when the fish are rotting in the sea
I know you'll still be laughing here with me