Through this life of mine telling wanton lies saying sensless words laughing at my faults... Can I trust her? How? Vultures wait my fall cawing grief like crows. Useless strife at all...
I am just waiting here on the throne of fear, right beside your heart. I will be your guard. Of all the beasts why did you choose me? To fill my soul with endless misery?
Here I am now surrounded by all the desolation, depleted till perishing... And you should be called hope!? A mind that is hazed by hate carried by men so faint... But hope cannot be faith fed by lies so sly.
My tantalizing words are pandering your soul with poison that I give. Your tantalizing words again will make me whole. You urge my will to live. A throng of dreaming birds will devastate your creed and render you too weak. These morbid dreamer-birds are feeding off my need - the poison that I seek.
And in the hottest of hells men can still stay alive detained only by hope around their necks like rope.
I'll scar your neck with fangs and make you sing in tongues a thousand saddest songs. I'll poison all your will and make you yearn for hell you'll never break my spell.
And every day I look at the sky one thought in mind - I wish you would die. The demons cry. They wish I would fry. Can't force me back on this extoled rack.