Dolce Syndicate

Lyrics

I am nothing but one man of many that exists to die
So many years, so many experiences, such misery
Hallucinate my friends in ignorance and believe in eternity
Stare to the gray steeple to reassure your doubtful minds

Please yourself in women, wine, or war
Such things will bring honor or a quicker death
Give your last dollar to the slippery greedy basket
Such donations will not take away your emptiness

From Dust to Dust, and Salt to Salt
We come and rise and fall by fault
The only thing that matters is real love
On this earth and in what may be above

Study the world and cram it into your little minds
The mind is a crumb of the meal, a slight innuendo
Mechanically work for as many years as you can
Then rust in retirement, thinking you made a difference

Mock nature as humanity's ego steps upon the pedestal
In the end, you will confront the same predicament
Surround yourself with a wall of friends and family
And then name one wall that has stood forever

From Dust to Dust, and Salt to Salt
We come and rise and fall by fault
The only thing that matters is real love
On this earth and in what may be above.