The Delusionists

We’re the unhappy generation

Dead Quiet

hiding in the corners of our sophisticated minds

smelling like Desolation

Despair

Detachment

and

Death Desire of Living.

We’re the unhappy consumers of

Perfect Illusions

inhaling  the smell of emptiness

longing for being even more

misunderstood 

than we really are.

We’re the unhappy dreamers of Eternal Glory

and

Solemn Graveyards.