Confessor   Of the tragedies in man   Lurking in the core of us all   The last dying call for the ever lost   Brief encounters, bleeding pain      Lepers coiled beneath the trees   Dying men in bewildered soliloquy's   Perversions bloom round the bend   Seekers, lost in their quest   Ghosts of friends frolic   Under the waning moon      It is the year of death   Wielding his instruments   Stealth sovereign reaper   Touching us with ease      Infecting the roots in an instant   Burning crop of disease   I am just a spectator   An advocate documenting the loss      Fluttering with conceit   This doesn't concern me yet   Still far from the knell   Taunting their bereavement      Mob round the dead   Point fingers at the details   Probing vomits for more   Caught in unbridled suspense      We have all lost it now   Catching the flakes of dismay   Born the travesty of man   Regular pulse midst pandemonium      You're plucked to the mass   Parched with thirst for the wicked   Sick liaisons raised this monumental mark   The sun sets forever over Black Water Park