I look up to you Sweet Jane
And try a smile amidst this pain.
The hands of sorrow, stroke me slight
While I long to be relieved from this night.

My heart fails to tell a lie
But sings to fools until it dies
Rich with impeccable sloth, plain
I pray, dear Jane to rid me of these chains.

Tempts, with fingers quick to please
Dark ecstasy fills me with ease
Cold wetness waits for the impure
For the slow rage of ***, there is no cure.

Go forth into the world, to ****- to play
Mad Jane, take your time. They will pay
Finally, bid my mind welcome peace
And lay with my lost soul until we cease.