Fevered — Left Hand Solution

Marking this body of infancy Wounds - smiling my way Again emotions fail to exist The anguish of existence calls us all

The world is sick And life is the disease Feverish we breed

See the willow that embodies my weeping And so the weeping calls us all

The world is sick And life is the disease Feverish we breed

The loneliness feeds my resentment I remain dead