Under the pressure of too much knowledge I splinter and shatter alone in the sunWhat should I wish for, afraid of the voltage Under each surface a new skeletonLife is as brittle as bitter belief In the love I don't have and the people I've missedAll this and more is the dream most familiar To those of us misanthropic in our midstAnd I lie here awake in the dark of the daylight Insipid with wanting and bittered with needAnd I do not possess what I wish I were filled with Wish I were filled with the sympathiesSympathyPeople of my kind are afraid of everything We fear the color of life on our skinI fear the yellow that insects encircle Sunflowers golden and fragrant with sinAnd I lie here awake in the dark of the daylightInsipid with wanting and bittered with need And I do not possess what I wish I were filled withWish I were filled with the sympathiesThe sympathiesAnd I lie here awake in the dark of the daylight Insipid with wanting and bittered with needAnd I do not possess what I wish I were filled with Wish I were filled with the sympathiesYes,I lie here awake in the dark of the daylight Insipid with wanting and bittered with greedAnd I do not possess what I wish I were filled with Wish I were filled with the sympathiesSweetFrom Heaven To HellThe sympathy you see*