Cold and lifeless mechanism
Cease the tampering thrust upon me now
I would bleed to fill eight cups
Before I see the clock as counting down
Darkness does descend so fluidly
As though the moon had
Slain the Son of all that you do mourn
All of the force of my life
Flows out now
Out into the liquid dark
And if you had not tricked me
Into a stupor you wouldn't have met your
Mark
(Fear
Regret
Misery)
I bid you inherit these words
Misconceptions of reality
Make the greatest eulogies
Mark my words
You will not succeed in your conquest
For I created you