A tempest of words
from one tavern to another.
Everyday choir: sing your plan for me!
Blood splashes, being spurred makes you crazy;
if there is no paradise, where will you break down?
That's true:
path of excess, source of knowledge.
Poison is always stifled by a dish of contempt,
as long as there is enough money and determination,
little by little, you will have some years left.
If you are ready to face
the scene, it doesn't belong to William Blake.
Are you ready to gobble up
stars that quench your thirst?
Listen:
I can hardly tune a few melodies for losers,
Heaven has spoilt my last breath,
all my enemies were left behind
and I am still uncertain about a better future.
If you're ready to face
the scene, it doesn't belong to William Blake.
Are you ready to gobble up
stars that quench your thirst?
The path of excess...
the path of excess...
the path of excess...say!:
the path of excess.
We unfairly burned up the soul of wine¹
and it won't be back, no, it won't be back.
We unfairly burned up the soul of wine
and it won't be back, no, it won't be back.
The path of excess...
the path of excess...
the path of excess...say!:
the path of excess.
We unfairly burned up the soul of wine
and it won't be back, no, it won't be back.
We unfairly burned up the soul of wine
and it won't be back, no, it won't be back.