I'm the cries The cries of all the weak I'm the lies The lies that feed you (for) years I'm the dreams The dreams that fade as time pass
I'm the drug The drug that fondles your grief I'm the hope The hope that never lived I'm the storm The storm you fear to deal with
In your minds The death of sanity In your lifes The misery always reigns In your eyes The total absence of light
Death is my My reason to exist Time is my My worst of (all) enemies Life is my My doom for (the) years to come
The cries of all the weak The lies that feed you (for) years The dreams that fade as time pass The drug that fondles your grief The hope that never lived The storm you fear to deal with The death of sanity The misery which reigns The total absence of light
"We are like certain senses scattered wide That have no hope of ever reuniting All nature in our nerves falls in confusion
We ache in both our body and recollection All things reject us, and all poetry Fills us with envy as our last asylum"