Pain, my pain
Ah! how I suffer
What's asked, no gave to me
Hate, my sacred hate
My wounds
My wounds
I want a word
I want a touch
My conscience
Ended by my
Selfsame Sillness
Ah! how I tried
I lost for believing that would
Accept the Death, but
Didn't want her cold touch of pity
My conscience is still confused
I still feel the pain
I still feel hate