The lies disrupt the gentel watersnThe tides increase violentlynIt crys in mournfullynAnd from dirt grass wont grownSeeds planted shall wilt and passnThe blood congeals undergroundnSeeds planted shall wilt and passnDeath becomes a familiar facenGrace me with your prescencenNow your family lives feeling emptynI Drink to write further good timesnRinse your frail body from the fountainnFalling apart far from sightnI spread into the airnI'm shook with griefnNever letting it get to menI tremble as if shocknHas now come over menA selfish song I sing