The Infinite Quandry

We are the pain
We are the fear
We are the terror
Everything is derived from ourselves
We are the infinite quandry

With each backward step that we take
We take to our graves

Deviation of the mind
With sinister beliefs you will find
No strength you'll muster
As you suffer for - all man---kind

We are the shame
We are the agony
We are the torture
Everything is linked to ourselves
We are the unsolveable problem

With each backward step that we take
We take to our graves

All that you are is an instinct ill-begat
From where you came is where animosity has always sat
You encapsulate all our horror
And dissapate does our valour

Seething with sin, the fault clearly lies within
The road less taken has left us forsaken
Oppurtunities lost; what is the cost
Condemned is our existence despite infinite persistence

Death you wager against
Life with a feather
Behold for what awaits you is
Life's grand gift
Misery is undoubtedly
Your only friend
The only choice is to
Dwell in shame