There are things I hope to find Ill be gone when they arrive There is nothing left inside Memories now lost in time In much wisdom is much grief Gaining knowledge sorrow increase In much wisdom is much grief Gaining knowledge sorrow increase Ill run until my lungs burst From my mouth blood runs Break this prison Devour the frame Defeated by none save myself Take shelter from thyself Bid the world farewell Spring forth from out of torment Try to steal away from hell What is this that they call life All we know is hurt and strife What is this that they call life All we know is hurt and strife Ill run until my lungs burst From my mouth blood runs Break this prison Devour the frame Defeated by none save myself
much, gaining, run, increase, defeated