I'm the cries The cries of all the weak I'm the The lies that feed you (for) years I'm the 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 deal with
In your minds death of sanity In your lifes The misery always reigns In your eyes The total absence of light
Death is my My reason exist Time is my My worst of (all) enemies Life is my My doom for (the) years to
The cries of all the weak The lies that feed you (for) years The dreams 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 The total absence of light
\"We are like certain senses scattered 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 envy as our last asylum\"