The chorus chants approval

As you dance your demise;

The erosion of insignia


Regalia, suddenly alien, sold

For pennies on the dollar.


Frayed corners and sepia

Might seem like comfort now,

But as it seeps into the 


Remember: there's a bite 

To nostalgia... 

◄ Gods & Playthings

Mangling the mea culpa... ►


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