The soul laments this life
the bitterness it tolls

warped sense of gleeful time
twisted into memories

so deep lies the secrets
that hold the weeping child

monsters make adults to see
that glimmering hope, eternal bring

Tell lies you do to lonely hearts
the tongue, its filth denied

and truth is but a scarce embrace
that leads the soul to peace

the rot, the stench of this chamber still
we trip and plunder in

be gone thy withering heart
lead not us in despair

and make the light snuff out
that cold dark stare.