Crying on the pyre, feelin' all so strange. When you took my mind to deteriorate, told. Me that you like me, atrocious and deterrent. Lies, you showed me how it is to suffer hate.
Don't know where I come from. Don't know where to go. Don't know if I know. What is good to be known. . I wonder if madness. Is just a child. Of my urge to know.