One day upon a spritely morn,
A young lad sat looking forlorn...

Insanity calls,
Bitter heaven knocks at my swinging door...

(Worlds might end if worlds
need end...

Dance, rigour,
Vigour and Vim...

All my teeth are falling out,
I look like I'm ready to be buried...

I told you to listen,
But you wouldn't hear your name...

To Whom It May Concern...
Today was the day I fell apart...

Have you any idea what it is
to live in a world where there...

All of me stacked on top of years
and sometimes the past feels like a stranger...

With reluctant arms I swing the axe,
I know I cannot do it on my own...

Nowhere, Nowhere,
Opens his arms...

Come sing with me to
A dirge for the end of the world...