Fair is Foul and Foul is Fair, Like all things that lurk within me
Condemn themselves for ever being there – Wanna see, Wanna see me bleed? And then.
You come. With your All-Revealing News!
I... feel... I'm going, I'm going Oh, I feel... I'm going, I'm going to Hell!
Now, in blood I am stepp'd in so far – Wanna see, wanna see me burn? And when my
battle here is lost and/or won, light the way to dusty death... But no. You come to me.
With your Ever-Healing Truths!
I... feel... I'm going, I'm going Oh, I feel... I'm going and going...
When all the principles have been broken, And all the goals you've set yourself have
been forgotten. You search for greater men – Find but the Apes of Their Ideals. And
you remain: All lost and blind and hollow... Who's got to go... Now he has to
go. Who's got to go, he has to go and I feel I am going – but not alone. Will all great
Neptune's Ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?
I... feel... I'm going, I'm going Oh, I feel... I'm going,
I'll go – but not alone!