Текст песни The Mad Pride - The Libertine

Here comes alcohol
No one here’s a liar
They all speak the truth
Old debates and cigarettes
No one gets me down the way you do

And it takes a thousand years
But the fires burn and no one turns around
To see the Libertine

I feel vitriol
No one here is higher
Tales of my wasted youth
Without pain we would forget
Happiness imparting debt
I wont pay it back to you