Bacchanal - Clutch

Temptation of Indulgence

Divides and conquers my mind

An elegy for fading youth

Welcome to mankind

If you provide the spleen

Then I’ll provide the ideal

If I provide a puppet

Will you provide the strings?

Revel in the glory

Of a coming of age

Decades of suppression

Released in a rage

Have mercy

How can I seize the day when it is dusk?

You provide the pull, and I’ll provide the thrust

Romance is nothing but a sack of lies

But it is truth which I have come to despise

Bacchanal

If I provide the scene

Will you provide the ordeal?

If I provide a crown

Will you provide a queen?