Only which can quench my thirst
is the water of oblivion
I cannot make myself do the must
All I ask for is a life of cyan
I know my losses and my gains
What I shall and shall not
Sorrowless cake awaits
But do I really ask to quench this thirst
I do not know, or I do, I would rather not claim
The justice of heaven cannot be questioned
Though it's not just, known at a glance
By separation, I cannot be threatened
Thus, I might as well take the chance