The beat of the drum and the sigh of the base,
your heart skips a beat...

Gentle tomorrow's of friendship slowly drift on by
and I stand tall by your side ever-loyally...

Is it time again, to now begin,
your solo-screaming scene...

I am sitting, waiting,
For my special surprise...

The silken days roll past me with their...
familiar faces, same old places...

Unfaithful eyes; why do you look at her so?
Are you repulsed by what you see so badly...

All these years,
my untouched mind did so believe...

Death.
What's in a word...

Enough already, make it right,
give back those precious days you stole from me...

I'm so sorry my darling,
you went through something you shouldn't have...

As I sit, curled up on my bed,
I gaze up at the silver moon as she frowns down...

Hear the beating of the requiem drums,
feel my desire entering your long lost souls...