The Willing Well I: Fuel for the Feeding End

Is this what I wish for those and all they know?

Could depend on how cowardly I should act

If she won't give me the love I came here for

With pen I am armed here to react

Hey now, hey now what is it boy?

All the things that trouble you

So visit your mirror image

Of what might have once behaved

Hey now, hey now what is it boy?

But I won't rest till dead, till dead do you part

This is how I feel my God from what's been dealt

The flies that flutter fight tonight

Is it love that I'm feeling or is this hate the same

The emotion's enough to kill the sane

Hey now, hey now what is it boy?

All the things that trouble you

So visit your mirror image

Of what might have once behaved

Hey now, hey now what is it boy?

Besides, I only hope you know that I love you.

Oh I hope.

Feed little maggots off the Westside of your sin

Run little maggot do they learn of what you did

Feed little maggots off the Westside of your sin

Run little maggot do they learn of what you did

(Feliz sería que hora)

(Feliz sería que hora)

(Feliz sería que hora)

(Feliz sería que hora)

From start to finish I've made you feel this

Uncomfort in turn with the world you've learned

To love through this hate to live with its weight

A burden discerned in the blood you taste

Why would you deny me answers?

If I'm just a boy on the break of being

Horror and hell through its fires

Be brutally honest, was it better before me?

In the curve of your body

How I want, how I want her with me

The truth of the story

The Vishual, I wish you all

The better end of all to come

The truth be now here one by one

I am to you extend to none

The memory that fuels the fire

Watching his tale with the words he unfolds

Conscience and cold we'd never know

They scream as he laughs off the dust from his eyes

These words will now learn of the dreams in his mind

Could this be that hard for me?

To configure a new love in vain

To my new entity or banish it home to the grave

No one is safe

With the quickness strike out for the less of us doubt

Mercy of the man who put the pen in our mouth

Word write us well signed, "Forgiveness for sale"

I'm through being full

Of all the might you want killed

The fiction will see the real

The answer will question still

In your body to blood as your parents once went

You will follow their lead one by one, every step

Could this be that hard for me?

To configure a new love in vain

To my new entity or banish it home to the grave

I will not save...

Your world

Your world in the end and you.

Your world

Your world