She latches onto my aspirations
forging a narrow path of endearment
as her hollow words puncture my heart
my passion fades and only hate remains

I love, I hate, Is it all in my head?
Because If so then I’ll be taking my meds
Oh, lead me to the light oh, baleful saint
If you call upon me I would just faint

It’s cold inside, but I don’t want to hide
As I cried, you sent me elsewhere to find.
But you find kind words when I'm not behind
which adds pressure to the side of my thigh

The conflict persists and I can’t find peace
As the rats scatter and I remember
That the pain persists if I feed the pain
Oh, Baleful saint, there's no dinner tonight.