Woe is the ballad that fills my soul
It completes my ruthless eternity;
Like a bird on a tree, the food on one's bowl
Among all the nonsense that there is to be;

Being a second option,
A scapegoat to all your problems;
An existence worth giving oblivion;
The black sheep of the perfect system.

Not tears, nor even happiness
Is a solution to my melancholy,
The darkness that lie within my heart;
A hatred that cannot be quenched by anybody.

My screams cannot be heard
My conscience has been sewn;
I am but the world's breakdown;
A creation unhewn.

In these words, entwined
Something to keep everyone reminded
A message for anyone to find
A being's life, tormented.