Delenda Lyrics

The thriving of pieces in complete blue loneliness;
It couldn't get worse - a threnody of sordid sense.
The soppy sweet eyes of some stilly innocence,
the great depress and a poltroon fence.

Stealing away part of some other's offense
is frivolousness. Oh, you lack of tense!
And there's more than the grudge on the face of the oppressed -
it's the wilderness through all this mess.

By jaundicing life, in the jaws of death you invest
your cleverness, oh, that to woe it interconnects.
Then you're infusing your dreams with idiocy and blindness.
You ever run; Oh, your soul it bursts!