A shadow glides above my platenAnd all I see is birds migratenGoing south, remember menWhen you fly above the seanAutumn dies serene and slownThe lamp stands in a gentle glownThe silence rules, the evening growsnAnd the moon is far belownnIn me twist a sudden crampnIn my heart I hear it stampnMarrow and blood encircle menMy blood stream chokes on gall and spleennWhat will become of younSince you have forsaken menNot one tear I have in menI am numb to my memorynnI'll believe than that you're deadnFirst I felt bitter, I made amendsnBut I see you in a new lightnYou only have my contemptnSo I'll believe than that you're deadnSecond you're a loser, I spit on pretencennAnd I begin to wonder, and I begin to understandnThat, you're a creature that breeds it's kind and diesnYou're a creature that breeds and kind of diesnYou're a creature that breeds it's kind and diesnYou're a creature that breeds it's kind and diesnYou're a creature that breeds it's kind and diesnYou're a creature that breeds it's kind and diesnDies.