One day someone began to say
We would all be better off dead
So young and hopeless like a god
A boy swore to defy the odds

Following the pulse of his dread
He raised a genius from the dead
To go on a glorious rant
Silently, inside of his head

As it meant nothing to compare
His feelings to those they all wear
«Please forgive me for the sad thoughts»
He said before he hurt their hearts

You're just a mad recurring dream
And you feed on my self-esteem
You made me see through the world's skin
So you could burn me from within

This one man noticed, staring shy
The void in the depth of an eye
A million days of devotion
And from his rage flowers blossomed