If there is a god
then why is he so crewel...

As the one little flicker dies,
as the one hope I have is gone...

As every heart is broken,
and every man becomes a shell...

As I sit in my pool of growing despair,
and wallow until not even I, myself care...

Blade descending from the sky
I hear the wenches final cry...

Through the dying embers
of innocent dreams...

Its a fly in every soup
Its the head of every coup...

Watch the scars of sins now dead
paint pretty pictures in pale skin...