homicidal student body, no I’m not your friend/ if within walls young wandering schools/ do entertain in loving haste,/ yet in our knowledge kiss the waste/ why then in marriage’s sacred grip,/ (or any wretched relationship)/ does Lucifer, the cunning void,/ in all his deeds succeed? or maybe,/ I have been cast upon my visage a veil/ whose sinewy lies do not entail/ a makeshift soul or undone part/ to be redone and heal the heart/ Ah, the wandering young and repeated forever/ And ever. friendless, unwanted, underappreciated/ In the womb of the world or radio static./ A flower marks the grave/
So here we save the final song,/ the most wonderful catastrophe/ Indeed, we are lucky to be here/ Sound the horns, you firelight choir!/ Awake the innermost cell of my desires/ Give me death, give me regret/ Rip apart the ground I’ve set/ Underneath, the great reveal/ Slumbering and exhausted evil/ Please lift up and set down down again/ Somewhere far away/
Far away the source of light/ trembles
