Slow the Art of fear,
Writhe against the fading
In these sheltered years,
I escape from this cruel world
Chose to domineer,
Thrive against all failing
Are these wretched tears
Just remains of my ruined worth...
You'll never save me again...
Reanimate me again...
Into the grave,
With all the the symptoms you create,
Into the fray,
With all the sickness you'll remain