I asked God to leave me, He Pretends to deceive me. But, i can see right trought him. The broken apparition that whispers my shame. Again and again with no compassion, As loathsome as the demons tha feed upon my fear The trickling stream of regret that wells beneath my ears An erroneous state of constant decline. Best of the worst, Last of the first I am the slumber that never dreams. Best of the worst, Last of the first I am the sickness that never sleeps. There is a place in Hell for all Gods children. And if you just listen, you can hear them tell your closest fears and your mothers tears. In every dark corner you've ever cursed in.