Why so soft
O' my brothers
So pliend and yelding
how can you one day triumph with me
Rejoice in sweet submission
of murder of conceit
How can you ever triumph with me
I'd rather be wretced and broken
Than join into your fraudulent joy
I'd rather leave my will unspoken
Than stain it in your sick vaudeville
Petrified spirits oblivion of past
Vulnerable whisper cheap kiss for a second