The disappointments of man
Are hard to bear
For they deny us all joy
But the pleasure of being alone
And so we seek salvation in a bottle
For there is none whole
Nor willing to be so
Thus I fill myself up
And empty my cask
There's little to do here
About these basking husks
I'd much rather vacate
And embrace my destiny.
I've done all I could
The disappointment is theirs.
Angels are kinder
I've beared enough.
Those who blame are at fault
And will never place burden on me
And so, I am free
And they are not welcome to join me.