Commit all your evils suddenly,
take care your generosity briefly,
and above all, respect all words you speak proudly,

So is the making of the greatest empires,
a house of thought built by kings and liars
to best prevent the world to drown it in fire

Write a song for me,
something I will remember in the morning,
because right now, there's nothing in my head worth remembering,
just an unclear image of what I'm becoming,

So write me a song,
And before long,
I will repay you for this wrong,
but for now, do me this favor and give me a place I belong.

I imagined I was special, born to follow a different path,
but here again I am with nothing but a wrath,
Now I imagine I am everything but special,
like a shadow with no profile,

So, finally, leave me be,
alone where I belong without your sympathy,
for I am nothing but a perfect storm coming,
take this as your last warning.

Leave and never return,
otherwise, you'll just be another fire to add to the burn.

No real care must come from this,
Oh, thought a man seeking true bliss,

No love, no honor,
nor glory or valor,

stills a man's heart to beat in cower,
and bath his soul in tears of sour,

So no, no real care must come from this,
those who agree shall know no bliss.

Deep into the shadows of the whispering cold
comes into life the talks of the old,
along they shout such tales to be told,
of beauty, of lies--what madness unfolds,
and the form that they take, and the faces they hold,
devised a reflection to capture my soul,
the one thing that matters, the sole thing I'm owed,
would not have been mine were I not so bold.

I always thought of myself as something special,
so much that the very words I speak would go viral,

I always knew I was too different,
it was a gift given to me by my first demon,

until every night I go out again,
thinking with each mistake, I am destined to win

but the world would have me be proven wrong and a loser
so you will forgive me while I treat this alcohol as a painkiller

I am nothing,
I know nothing,
all I see is changing,
all that lives is dying,
until the sun is done giving