Lost the will? A germ in foreign blood A glimmer of the past Power and misery Pathetic whore To the ignorance of life This is the best It will ever be Think of the things That will never be x2 x2 x2 Sorrow, the empty well? Hollow and useless Consume to the inside Something I will not hide My love wilts on My comrade in tragedy This is the best It will ever be Think of the things That will never be x2 x2 x2