THE LAMENT OF THE UGLY

YE WHO ART HANDSOME 
WHAT WOULD YE KNOW 
THE PAIN OF THE UNWANTED
THE GROAN OF THE UGLY


THERE WE STAND
AWAITING A SMILE
THERE WE FALL
IN THE SNARE OF YOUR GUILE


OUR SLIGHTEST ERROR
US IT BRINGS TERROR
AGREED, DESTINY IS GREATER 
FOR THE FAIRER


REALISE ,THE REJECTION
OF OUR COURTESY
YOUR REPROACH
IT HURTS TERRIBLY


THE FAILURES THEN
FURTHER SEEMS TO LULL
THE FAILURES, THE ONE
THAT US ALWAYS BEGUILE


THEN THE MOANING 
IN THE DARKNESS
THEN THE CRYING 
THE TEARS OF THE HELPLESS


THERE WE GO 
THERE SINKING
THE RAYS OF LIGHT NOT ANY
LONGER US TOUCHING


THEN YE HANDS 
CAN NO LONGER US REACH
THEN YE SMILE
WILL NEVER AGAIN BEGUILE


IF YE MAY
IF YE CAN
A PRAYER TO NEVER CALL
US NAMES AGAIN


REALISE, THEY ARE SWORDS
THAT PIERCE OUR HEART
THE WORDS THAT TEAR 
OUR SOUL APART