Confessor
  Of the tragedies in man
  Lurking in the core of us all
  The last dying call for the everlost
  Brief encounters, bleeding pain
  Lepers coiled neath the trees
  Dying men in bewildered soliloquys
  Perversions bloom round the bend
  Seekers, lost in their quest
  Ghosts of friends frolic
  under the waning moon
  It is the year of death
  Wielding his instruments
  Stealth sovereign reaper
  Touching us with ease
  Infecting the roots in an instant
  Burning crop of disease
  I am just a spectator
  An advocate documenting the loss
  Fluttering with conceit
  This doesn't concern me yet
  Still far from the knell
  Taunting their bereavement
  Mod round the dead
  Point fingers at the details
  Probing vomits for more
  Caight in unbridled suspense
  We have all lost it now
  Catching the flakes of dismay
  Born the travesty of man
  Regular pulse midst pandemonium
  You're plucked to the mass
  Parched with thirst for the wicked
  Sick liaisons raised this monumental mark
  The sun sets forever over Blackwater park