As shakesphere wrote his last few
And bonds were broken at the sight of a full moon
I bowed to a god only described in biblical words
On sacred words I spew
All glamour and shame return unto me once more
Frozen hour all virtues whistled threw the breathless wind again"¦
On this burial dead
The passed lye unsaid
As they March threw the gates
Shaking hands with Christ
I lye on my bed
With virtues unsaid
Now I've become you
I still remember (the days)
Hold on just hold on you're falling down
Hold on just hold on to the end
Hold on just hold on
On the edge of sanity I stand
Waiting for my last command
Virtues at my feet
My life looks so bleak
All this pain on me
Reflected by my dreams
All has become so sordid
As shakesphere wrote his last few
And bonds were broken at the sight of a full moon
I bowed to a god only described in biblical words
On sacred words I spew
All glamour and shame return unto me once more
Frozen hour all virtues whistled threw the breathless wind again