For every good intention there is 1000 evil uses
And for every evil use there is 10000 dead bodies there is no art in those corpses and there is no art in yours
They do not tell you about the cold ice that will devour your skin
The wails of my mother stay my hand, she is silent but it's all I hear
I don't need you here, I will take what's offered I know the deal
Let's seal it it with a kiss I can be your lateness swing and miss
You will always have your bliss, it's good to know my uses
I'm tired of your truces, lies that don't last a week, i prefer your abuses, at least that way I have some sympathy to eat