A little hymn, I guess
For those who seem to understand and say yes..

We see each other as motes
Little motes...
Of ObSeSsIoN...

Targets for lust, for sin
Yet we always fight before turning in.

Come now, dear Nevermore.
Treat our obsession once therefore

A belligerent spirit, maybe a benevolent presence.

This hymn, this sadness, called me once.
It called me a friend..

This hymn of death and silence, took my place one time.
Yet to some it is considered a crime.

"Let this be a lesson, for that your name will be besmearched for the few days it is recalled."

I believed those words, took them with an ounce of gold.
Because, I had believed what I was told.

"Your life, means so little to you my angel. Why?"

Because, I felt that I deserved to die..

My ObSeSsIoN, my glutton for punishment, makes me this way.
It had lead me astray.