The wretch is wretched with autumn When leaves fall down and rot away The season of depression sets in All fog and rain, men come to nothing
Jarring notes fulfil the nothingness Act of despair, merry tones Don't disecumber you from the melancholy But makes men to suicidal behaviour
Tears fulfill all dreams As a leading thread Running to subconscious Denude all thee sorrows
Narcissism becomes a blockade It is lost labour Serve as a servant to your constrained manners Humble, adherence to thy obsession
Whoe upon thee! Slattern appearance Halfway season yet, wistful as I say Time slowly passes y Your head is in a whirl, loose your mind! and come to sense cause thousand empty faces Don't fill an empty space Cry and abate all the tension Prevent the wandering
Mind is stygian Dying for spring To leave this misery behind is tolay down and Rest