作曲 : Fletcher, Fox, Kleisath ...
Brilliance, a heart of gold
And a voice that whispers"I am wholly miserable"
He is the most miserable of men
Every word he speaks, reeks of failure
He has failed where others
Have succeeded threefold
This failure suffers
What is a man
That is the source of his own misery
To face a lifelong nightmare
Of taunting dreams is unbearable
What is this man
A dark prophet
A dark prophecy
Suffering knows no end
Nor does his appetite for it
Opt for the darkest corner and brood
Keep closed your eyes
Keep turned your back
Tomorrow is dead
Tomorrow is dead
Today is the grave
Yesterday he secured a tomb
Time has been cruel
Why should time be any different than life
When tomorrow is dead
His shameHe will lie between
Resentment and regret
He shed his grace
As certain as a snake sheds its skin
Laid waste to a wealth of talent
His curse of being blessed with treasures
That just were not gold enough
His endless misfortune