Hate Is leading my counterpart Sick and nervous Cant beat the other Greed Is telling the obvious Teased and bothered Cant reach further Dread Is growing in hour cycles Bad, mischievous Effete of grievous Void Is leaving me shivering Bare, uncovered Until I smother somewhen Grief Will guide me to tearyland Lone and solus Despise another ones Gleam And follow the other road Down to fathers Quietly sorrows somewhen And when the angels disarmed me I searched for the yearning To sleep for a while And when the anguish Was growing I served my demise Finally Suffered enough
somewhen, tearyland, effete, solus, growing