I still think to myself and wonder if this was worth it For it seems that these days I can’t stand still for a moment (I’m sick of drifting) And my feet won't rest or re-oppress their pivoting Oh Misery, your familiar face still lingers around (Oh Harmony, I never see your face around) Needless to say, I’m a victim of Lunacy But that can’t begin to explain how
This happened to me, for I still can’t believe That my life is now constantly pulsed in three And now I can see
This vast devilry you’ve cast upon me I’ll be stuck in these steps for all eternity And who would it be if it were not me? My life once worth living is enslaved by treachery It seems to be that Hell’s high waters Have brought forth to me an unspeakable horror
I can’t seem to just stand in one place And Misery won’t loosen her callused grip But if I trip, perhaps her hand could start to slip And I’ve tried my best, but my feet, they will not rest I’m oh so conscious and that’s why Lunacy will tear me apart
Harmony, an unfamiliar face that now lingers around Needless, so needless to say That we’re only victims after all You help me keep these cursed legs from swaying all around But this time, they’ll agree with me
Oh, surely this will contend with my misery So I begin hacking through flesh and bone with fine cutlery Now surely this will amend all my dignity (I’m sick of drifting) And as this weight is lifted, I’m now content as an amputee
You’ve used every moment to torment me Now severed and screaming, I will at last be free