Curses through the misty air of my dream,
Within my brightest thoughts, darkness in light,
If I stand here and stare I see black sheen,
Enjoy my brightest day till dark brings night,
The sun doesn't shine in a sinner's mind,
It has no right to levy heavy tax,
No lost mind can find what lay saints find,
Any gold I find must be only flax,
The music in my ears is a sobbing,
The sight in mine eyes is an aching hue,
The pain in my human skull is throbbing,
The color to escape my head is blue,
Don't leave my head here to turn inside out,
Don't leave me alone to the point I shout.