Alas, here is your serenade my darling That leaves you speechless and weak. May it teach you how to feel, May it remedy your heartlessness, And may your cries not interrupt this swansong.
This is a call to arms For all those who recognize romance as, As a dying scene, who'll take it to their graves; This is a call to arms For all who hold this sacrament close, May our hearts burn on.
How dare you weep, For it's insincerity that trickles down your face. Alas, here is your serenade my darling. And oh, what a long time coming it has been. This cruel lullaby that shall plague your dreams And carry me towards enforced revolution.