I peg out from vexation
My sleep's crazed, my dream's exhaust
They have new dreams, without sloth
I break them down, their ambitions
Oh my soul
Is a menace
Endearing myself isn't the first thing I do
War and chaos
I'm a plight
Either pick on me or get used to me, you decide
In this life, I have no spot
I leave without getting used to it
Don't ever put your faith in me
I'll say I drank wine and puked blood
Oh my obsidian heart
When it dies stays its bother
Pulses when shattered
Pulses when worn out
Tortures and torments its lover