Now my friend I say goodbye,
I'm leaving here, but please don't sigh...

Realise ye not,
that we think of you rot...

Oh come my dear,
my companion near...

I know a chap,
Dishonest is he...

Poor friend are thee to me,
For 'tis as the physician fears...

If they who speak wisdom say,
What you know not...

My hate for you is grand,
My hate for you is bland...

Ye fool, ye dog,
What hath thou gone and dug...

If they who make sayings say,
Ignorance is really bliss...

A sharpened tongue flailing about,
Centre of every shout...

It is because light is faster than sound,
That some appear bright before they make their...

If we held our loved ones dear,
As enemies to us who're near...