My youthful folly you haunted me
As time ticked roaring red.
With tools to dig, a torch to see,
You got inside my head.

You dragged me by my blinded eyes
And buried me 'neath the ground.
No air, no food, just lies and lies
To keep me breathing sound.

No sound allowed but your song
To keep the quiet still.
You even had me sing along
Though not against my will.

The music's gone, the soil is dead,
You're nothing but a fraud.
For all you did to me and said,
A well deserved applaud.

To you shall harms appear, appear?
Perhaps some day you'll find a cure?
One thing is sure my dear, my dear,
Your soul, it will never be pure.