Vengeance is mine, $#&@ you
I won the heart of New York City
The illness wanes, I'm almost sane

And not too far from happy

The sirens veil my favorite song

The wormwood wilts and withers
The unforgivables have fought it out
Down by the river


The whole, the half, the crescent
The future, past and present

Are all the same to me up here

I rise above the cunts

All bets are off but I keep gambling
Room 232, please
There you go, sir, have a pleasant evening


The dreams are black and white
On the cool side of the pillow

And from my bed I curse the dead
Who walk outside the window


It's true, a vow of silence
Can be an act of violence
I'll never speak a word again


The void is emptiness
In its purest form, but mind you

If masturbation doesn't help
You have your pills to turn to


So raise your tankard
And drink to our decomposition
Some day this suicide

Will be a joke on television

I'm feeling so much better

Tonight I'll burn your letters
And never think of you again