Is there anything left
Left of me to save?
My life is like a carnival
My body a sunken grave

It's what I have to do
To distance me from you
There's a suffering inside
And my veins are showing through

A man become a child
Are you happy with your prize
With haunted looks of fear
I step away from your side

My mind a fractured ruin
The crushing of my soul
It is time to spread my wings
To fill this empty hole

It has now begun
The forces under me
Will conquer all before
And bring me to my victory

I've seen that man before
Down from the fall
And now standing tall
I've seen this
I have been this
And now I am my own man

No more misery
Look outside and see
What are you waiting for?
Pick yourself up
Get up off the floor!

Take the Linton falls water so white
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
From cold it's bed then up to the sky
And then she'll be a true love of mine

Ask for angels a chariot to make
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
White swan feathers black and the wings of the night
She will breathe the true love of mine

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
For once she was a true love of mine

Have her make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without no seam nor fine needle work
And then she'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to weave it in a sycamore wood lane
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And gather it all with a basket of flowers
And the she'll be a true love of mine

Dear, when thou has finished thy task
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Come to me, my hand for to ask
For thou then art a true love of mine

I've been lonely
And I have been blind
And I... I've learned nothing
So my hands are firmly tied
To the sinking leadweight of failure

I've worked hard all my life
Money slips through my hands
My face in the mirror tells me
It's no surprise that I'm
Pushing the stone up the hill of failure

They tempt me with violence
They punish me with ideals
And they crush me with an image of my life
That's nothing but unreal
Except on the goddamned slaveship of failure

I'll drown here trying
To get up for some air
But each time I think I breathe
I'm laid on with a double share
of the punishing burden of failure

I don't deserve to be down here
But I'll never leave
And I've learned one thing
You can't escape the beast
In the null and void pit of failure

When I get my hands on some money
I'll kiss it's green skin
And I'll ask it's dirty face
"Where have you been?"
"I am the fuel that fires the engine of failure."

I'll be old and broken down
I'll forget who and where I am
I'll be senile or forgotten
But I'll remember and understand
You can't bank your hard-earned money on failure

I saw my father crying
I saw my mother break her hand
On a wall that wouldn't weep
But that certainly held in
The mechanical moans of a dying man who was a failure

My back hurts when I bend
Because I carry a load
My brain hurts me like a knife-hole
Because I've yet to be shown
How to pull myself out from
The sucking quicksand of failure

Some people live in hell
Many bastards succeed
But I. I've learned nothing
I can't even elegantly bleed
Out the poison blood of failure

Burdens of grief that weigh against me
Aid my tired eyes in their search for pitch
Your kind heart now pines
For whom the gods love dies young
Wrapped and confounded in a thousand fears
The sadness I present, smiles with tears
Where once I'd loved now lied forlorn beauty
And wars abhorred by mothers

No man lives so poor as he was born
We don't remember pure sensations
Gaze peacefully into the past
I am dust, and to dust I shall return
Belial, Mephisto, both shall burn me up
Devour my sad whimperings
The cutting whip is mine to feel
No symphony in mind to colour my dreams

Poena damni
Sorrow everywhere
Please pray for me
When deep sleep falls on men
Father hold me
I am yours to bear
Ad te

In the play which he has written for the world
Night is the mother of sleep
Old age is a malady of which one dies
Augury of a better age
Sages as far as the beard
Their wounds smelled so sweetly
Temptation, the father of my lust
Chalcedony shines like the new born

Stricken I'd raise my dripping limbs
Splendid was the innocents fall
Laugh to scorn would our foe
Amid wars laws are silent
Drop by drop in sleep upon the heart
Falls the laborious memory of pain
In the rich upheaval of vast choirs
Death shall flee from me

Misericordium et judicium
Ahoest pavimento
Ad te levavi ocolus meos
Verba mea auribus