Finally I'd be free of this diesease that's plauging me. I want for you to show yourself, when I when I scream and shout for you to help. And my heart won't break, it's already been broken, and stolen, and split into pieces, and taken as tokens. But still I am going. We never cease, we just laugh at the laughter of a beast. Our hearts become steel but won't become still cause we'll be mirthful, till our souls fill with rage, and when we reach the final stage, our minds become sage. Then we forget. About the pain and pleasure and wether or not our souls are weary, and althouth we wish to tarry, our spirits carry on. This is my sinless, tainless, saintless song.