Tekster: Poison The Well. 12/23/93.

Gouge out my eyes, pestilence
Lack of love binds, propagate
The strife you desire

Keep me from forced self depiction, aberrate
Self assured I am no more
Take this away from me once more

Thirsted for something that never existed
Complacent, I am abomination, I replace
Absence of malice, sew my mouth shut

The silent sound of the end, I drown in tears
Sinking in dreams of what I once owned
I avoid the setting of the sun
I avoid the setting of the sun

Memories fade as you did once before
Stole hope from right under my eyes
Accomplice of my death