Desolation, Desolation, I Owe So Much To

I Am Always Thinking 'what Am I Doing Here? Is This The Way I Am Supposed To Feel?'

My Fault, My Failure, Is Not In The Passions I Have, But In My Lack Of Control Of Them.

You Can't Live In This World But There's Nowhere Else To Go.

Forgive Everyone For Your Own Sins And Be Sure To Tell Them You Love Them Which You Do.

We Are Nothing. - Tomorrow We May Be Die. We Are Nothing. - You And Me.