I am become as an incontrovertible ambiance of suicide
I dwell in an unstable current of tides
My memories of the past are come to haunt my present
Gradually the dementor eats me though I try to resent

I see flashes of false happiness
That which I feared no longer lingers
But fear itself is become my hound
No, a hound that haunts me now
I trained it to be big, strong and fearless
Now I dwell in my own misery

The battle between religion and these legions
That which I deny is finally come alive
Whence will my deliverance come

They say you are the Pragmatic
I run to you and you only succeed me to more confusion
I have taken to the fountain of sorrow
What? -- Are you friend or foe?

Now I can never know who I am or whence I come
Maybe I will find a chapter in your book
Or maybe I am just a word that qualifies your pain

Exorcise me!

They call me all names
But this I am become -- a demon
I no longer have a place to express myself
Now I am made to despise my very own existence
My very own nature!