Fin de Siècle

At the time of great suspense I'm about to lose my sense Overcoming violent pain Taking a sip of warm champagne Yes I know it’s fairly natural To feel strange at a turning point But I can't help thinking over The existence out of joint I’m getting strangled By the hand of time Feels like devil is by my side Sultry air is like an omen of Judgement Day Please tell me it's just a play of my fancy It’s just a rain I'm not insane Despair choked my last goodbye Yeah, my darling, it's time to die Frenzy of the epoch runs Through my brain into my guts Paralysed with fear of darkness I keep hearing the chiming bell Can’t stop counting down the seconds Till we all go straight to hell I’m getting closer Getting closer to the end No one seems to escape from here Sultry air is like an omen of Judgement Day Please tell me it's just a play of my fancy It’s just a rain I'm not insane We’re not to blame For global pain Do you feel how it tolls? Do you feel how it tolls for us? Look! Riders are here to take us I’m not kidding Ground is open wide, I have to leap in darkness knowing that I'll leave behind my birth forever But My heart is on the other side it's gone forever I’m doomed to live these days out In soulless bleak surroundings We have survived, but at what cost? It feels so out of place