Conjure up the theory
Of life without a vice
The feeling of purity
It cannot be beat
No one to loathe no candles to hold
Where love is complete
For the company we keep
No missing bits from which to bleed
I am a unit, an undivided entity

The feeling of despair lingers
I rest my mind from time to time
Only to find it's still in the air
This feeling of despair
I turn to her for comfort
But what can she give me?
Will her words alleviate what burns inside
What hurts inside and causes strife
Within me and within this life?
I turned to her for comfort
Yet this feeling of despair is still there