Morning all, how was your night? I hope you had a brief respite From deathless Death, long lives the moon Don’t worry, son; it’ll be over soon.
Fearless mood, don’t play with Fate, Or you will discover just too late Those good intentions are the stones Which pave the road to eternal bones.
Misery, drudgery, copycat knife This damnation where motives are rife Salvation is impossible, son Just hand me over your copycat gun.