Antiquary To Mediocrity Lyrics - Misanthrope

Birthright named osurtiers 

That only God has the power to judge 

Versailles' parasite 

Antiquary to mediocrity 

We are Versailles' parasites 

Using blunted weapons 

Diluting our poison into the 

Miraculous healer Champagne glass 

Their compassion for Marivaux's habits 

Bleed to white our gold-dust skin 

Of our drunkard vices attraction 

For the reversed side 

Retarded child of dishonour 

I had the utmost difficulty 

Of my mortifying rank 

Expose against flattery 

Human life passes far from humilation purpose 

Under the desires of a fickle eaglet, 

Inaccessible to pity 

Introduce me 

Been in favour to the court 

Antiquary to mediocrity 

Paying my court to my loved queen 

Enter the high society 

Where words grate Appollon's smiles 

Dismissed mirror of our obsession 

Cruelty on the surface of flesh 

Even with the the head on the block, 

I will kiss languishly 

My brother the executioner, offence to mediocrity 

Draw my nails one by one 

Tear out the carapace lair 

Re-echoing under point)lace underwear 

Of a wild baroque baroness 

Wounds under the breast 

Suffered of spanking bu mondaine 

Let me hope in a ripe fruit 

Blossom out from a rotten bough 

Marie Antoinete, I miss you so 

As a bleeding distress flow 

Heartlessness towards my love 

Usher in the high world 

Divine mistress of my chaste night 

Libertines reception in the floral park 

Shocker at the sight horsewhip my body 

In silk damp sheets