Vigilante for the blackened soul
So dark, so light
How can this be?
Eradicating everything hidden away
Jaded work is ruined
Escalating pain quickens
Does it ever end?
Compulsion, lies, fever
Overheating the naive heart to the fullist
Nothing remotely worth answering
Is ever found
No fake goodbye is necessary
Only a funeral
For the complex, wretched soul
To stupid to remain confined in the depths of the mind