Here's to all the lovesick dilettantes Telling of lost, broken souls and defiled consecrations In the bindings of hidden compositions That will never see the light of day in the transient eyes of lost paramours
Oh, how they ache for one more night of heated embrace But alas, they're stuck wallowing in the depths of their own melancholy tribulations, Only to be read by the few fellow dilettantes that pass on their way And die away in the passed-around hearts of their once beloveds