Under the pressure of too much knowledge I splinter and shatter alone in the sun
What should I wish for, afraid of the voltage Under each surface a new skeleton
Life is as brittle as bitter belief In the love I don't have and the people I've missed
All this and more is the dream most familiar To those of us misanthropic in our midst
And I lie here awake in the dark of the daylight Insipid with wanting and bittered with need
And I do not possess what I wish I were filled with Wish I were filled with the sympathies
Sympathy
People of my kind are afraid of everything We fear the color of life on our skin
I fear the yellow that insects encircle Sunflowers golden and fragrant with sin
And I lie here awake in the dark of the daylight
Insipid with wanting and bittered with need And I do not possess what I wish I were filled with
Wish I were filled with the sympathies
The sympathies
And I lie here awake in the dark of the daylight Insipid with wanting and bittered with need
And I do not possess what I wish I were filled with Wish I were filled with the sympathies
Yes,I lie here awake in the dark of the daylight Insipid with wanting and bittered with greed
And I do not possess what I wish I were filled with Wish I were filled with the sympathies
Sweet
From Heaven To Hell


The sympathy you see
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