Constant

There is none righteous,
all have turned aside. Sorrow -
fill the lives of falseness and

lies. Not hunger or thirst, diseases or wars.
Nothing is enough for dying mankind.
There is no horror,
which man is not capable. Misery - and failure,
is it what man is made of?

I step aside to listen, the cry of
this world. Pain comes in many forms,
enhanced in hands of men.
Constant - amount of pain driving
us insane. I have less so you get more.

Constant are the cries. You have
less so I get more. Constant are
the cries. Constant - amount of
pain driving me insane. I have less
so you get more. Constant are the cries.

You have less so I get more.
Constant are the cries. Have
a feast at Vanity Fair. I have less so you
get more. Constant are the
cries. Have a feast at Vanity Fair.
You have less so I get more.
Constant are the cries.