Pasta machine broke down by the weed in the field   I get so nice when I see Angel's face   I will sip the wine of all the tears you cry   Feel for me sympathy, the kind that we all need      Crimson handed fiend of hate strokes, the soul of all   Saints cannot flee the strength of the call   We just carry on as if we know all that is wrong   Feel for me sympathy, the kind that we all need      Placid perspective straight, losing hope postponing fate   Synchronize, incarcerate, let them eat, I can hate   So, I can say nothing new despite the doves that flew   Feel for me sympathy, the kind that we all need      Crimson handed fiend of hate strokes, the soul of all   Saints cannot flee the strength of the call   We just carry on as if we know all that is wrong   Feel for me sympathy, the kind that we all need