The Antagonist کے بول

Hate Is leading my counterpart Sick and nervous Can't beat the other Greed Is telling the obvious Teased and bothered Can't reach further Dread is growing in hour cycles Bad, mischievous Effete of grievous Void Is leaving me shivering Bare, uncovered Until I smother - Somewhen Grief Will guide me to tearyland Lone and solus Despise another one's Gleam And follow the other road Down to father's Quietly sorrows - Somewhen And when the angels disarmed me I searched for the yearning to sleep for a while and when the anguish was growing I served my demise Finally Suffered enough