I think of you now, standing all alonenIn a life that's passed; a time that's gone beforenA quick pain will come to close your tired eyesnThere's no more hurt; there's no more loving tiesnAnd sweet Jesus talks, talks with bastard liesnThe smell of the soil, evergreens, the pines, and icenWas tortured and bled in a nothing lifenNow tortured and dead for a nothing lifennMy brothers in woenMy brothers in warnnAnd they are still standing, standing all alonenDecider of fate; a child insanenA face that tells, tells all things wisenThat face of youth has shriveled and died