Requiem
Gregor MacKintosh
Slow the art of fear
Writhe against the fading
In these sheltered years
I escape from this cruel world
Chose to domineer
Thrive against all failing
Are these wretched tears
Just remains of my ruined worth
You'll never save me again
Reanimate me again
Into the grave
With all the symptoms you create
Into the fray
With all the sickness you'll remain