Those you love most will find you in your pain
And they will leave you there reaping the fruits of your spirit slain
They will harvest on your soul as they watch it mourn
Ripping the life out of your suffering wishing for more
They will love it and they will crave it hoping it never ends
For they were never fond of the years having to pretend
Like they enjoyed your enjoyments or your bouts of laughter
It was the suffering they waited for and never the moment after
They will flee again when you rise from your rue
They will flee again when it is salvation you pursue
They will flee when you show them you swallowed your hate
Oh they will flee when they see you have wished them a loving fate
They will flee
They will flee
The ones you love most will flee and spite
For many on this earth this is the truth of our blight...