The Willing Well I: Fuel for the Feeding End

Ah, is this what I wish for those and all they know?

Could depend on how cowardly I should act

(From hell or is it coming within?)

If she won't give me the love I came here for

With pen, I am armed here to react

Ah hey now, hey now, what is it boy?

All the things that trouble you

So visit your mirror image

Of what might have once behaved

Ah hey now, hey now, what is it boy?

But I won't rest till dead, till dead do you part

Ah, this is how I feel, my God, from what's been dealt

The flies that flutter fight tonight

(From hell or is it coming within?)

Is it love that I'm feeling or is this hate the same?

The emotion's enough to kill the sane

Ah hey now, hey now, what is it boy?

All the things that trouble you

So visit your mirror image

Of what might have once behaved

Ah hey now, hey now, what is it boy?

Besides, I only hope you know that I love you

Oh I hope, oh woah

Feed little maggots off the Westside of your sin

Run little maggot, do they learn of what you did?

Feed little maggots off the Westside of your sin

Run little maggot, do they learn of what you did?

(Feliz sería a qué hora)

(Feliz sería a qué hora)

(Feliz sería a qué hora)

(Feliz sería a qué hora)

Ah, from the start to finish, yeah I've made you feel this

Yeah, uncomfort in turn with the world you've learned

To love through this hate, to live with its weight

Yeah, a burden discerned in the blood you taste

Why would you deny me answers?

If I'm just a boy on the brink of being

Horror and hell through its fires

Be brutally honest, was it better before me?

The curve of your body

How I want, how I want her with me

The truth of the story

The Vishual, I wish you all

The better end of all to come

The truth be now here, one by one

I am to you, extend to none

The memory to fuel the fire

Watching his tale with the words he unfolds

Ah, conscious and cold, we'd never know

They scream as he laughs off the dust from his eyes

These words will now learn of the dreams in his mind

Ah, could this be that hard for me?

To configure a new love in vain

To my new entity or banish it home to the grave

No one is safe

With the quickness strike out, for the less of us doubt

Mercy of the man who put the pen in our mouth

Would write us well, signed, "Forgiveness for sale"

I'm through being full of all the might you want killed

The fiction will see the real

The answer will question still

In your body to blood, as your parents once went

You will follow their lead one by one, every step

Could this be that hard for me?

To configure a new love in vain

To my new entity or banish it home to the grave

I will not save

Your world

Your world

Till the end of you

Your world

Your world