Rancorous is your soul; impetuous is your heart
You love to suffer, because you think someone will care
In the end though, what will it all be for?
Ferocious is your mood; actions your liberation
Infatuation is your desire; ignorant is your judgement
You like to hate, because someones bound to love
When it's over though, will it all be requisite?
Chaos is your contagious plague
I have found myself lost in your shameful fields
And I don't know what the necromantic cure is
To free my being where your strength yields.