I'm the cries The cries of all the weak I'm the lies The lies 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 lived I'm the storm The storm you fear to deal with
In your minds The death of sanity In lifes The misery always reigns In your eyes The total absence of light
Death is my My reason to exist Time my My worst of (all) enemies Life is my My doom for (the) years to come
The cries of all the weak lies that feed you (for) years The dreams that fade as time pass The drug that fondles your grief The hope that lived The storm you fear to deal with The death 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 in confusion
We ache in both our body and recollection All things reject us, and all poetry Fills us with as our last asylum\"