Oh sweet Melancholy, Muse of all that is holy
Gracing the regrets of actions past
Beguiling desires that are not meant to last
I surrender to your bitter insidious glory.

The deceased beast of Sentiment lays in the gutter
I traded a sinner for a martyr, and all i got was a lifeless pattern.

Oh impious Faith, Reveller of all that is rotten
Seizing the minds of humankind
Arming their blood spilling hands
You shall not make me do what is meant to be forgotten.

The crippled beast of Sympathy screams in the gutter
I traded a life pattern for an ideal and became a sinner not a martyr.

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